He walks alone on the beach they once walked on, letting the sand flow between his toes and breathing in the ocean smells. Not many words are spoken as he walks, and she looks for treasures from the sea, always telling him this is the day she will uncover something extraordinary. Every so often, she stops and sifts through the sand, scooping out handfuls and letting it flow out between her fingers with help from an incoming wave. Oh, look, my love, colored glass probably from an old pirate ship hundreds of years ago. A rum bottle, she said, and put it in her pocket to take home, clean, and add to her collection of things found on the beach.
He could see her clearly going about her quest for treasures, letting a tear fall, mixed with the salt water running down his face. Then, he'd find himself alone again except for the memories of their time together and all the adventures they had living a simple life on a beach, her looking for bounty and him looking for her.
Mike 2024
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