Go With The Flow [Kiah]

The sand, as white as the beached of heaven, slips between the pale skin of my toes. I watch as I wiggle my feet deeper and deeper into the white grains, my feet indulging in the feel of the grains moving over my soft skin. I smile for a moment, closing my eyes. I loved it, I loved the way the sand felt like silk against my skin, the way the beads parted, allowing my worming toes to dig deeper and deeper into the unknown depths. After a moment my feet are ankle deep and I take a seat, hugging my board tighter.

The board beside me, the one that was now flaking from use, was one that meant the most to me. It wa a way to connect, a way to connect the the boy I could no longer see, no longer feel. I pull the old board onto my lap, my small delicate hands smoothing its worn surface, a small- but sad- smile painted across my face. How long had it been now? How long ago did he leave this world- leave me, mum and dad behind? Every day I seemed to ask myself the same questions- I ask if it would have hurt, if he died a death that was more painful than I, than anyone, could imagine. It kills me to think that his last living moments were to be filled with pain, an unbearable pain.

A lonely tear slips down the spotted skin of my cheek and hastily I wipe it away, crossing my arms out in front of me- hiding the board from view. Hiding him from view.

I sigh and let my eyes lift until they meet the horizon, the gentle humming of the waves filled my ears- my brother forgotten. It was beautiful, the whole picture, the way the waves crashed to the shore, making froths of foay water explode before calming down and being dragged back out into the surging blue liquid- all in one motion, and only to be repeated once again. The way the sky- clear and blue- seemed to radiate a sense of peacefulness, making any harmful emotion surging through my veins sort of evaporate allowing my body to relax. I have always loved the ocean, the ocean and its freedom- a freedom that I could only dream to have.

Then I was on my feet, dusting the sand from my legs, from my arms. They sand rained down to the ground and I watch it sprinkle from my slightly bronze skin. Then there was an arm slapping me in the face. I gasped, my hand racing to my face, holding the slightly tender skin. “What the fuck?” I growl, my eyes flashing.

So much for a peaceful afternoon.