Sand between my toes
Jun 6, 2011 13:01:26 GMT -5
Post by ali on Jun 6, 2011 13:01:26 GMT -5
Curled up, sitting facing out to sea, I watch the shore lap against the golden sands. I hugged my thin wool pashmina round my nimble shoulders as tightly as I could as the cold ocean wind curled around me.
I liked watching the sea. It calmed me when I was frustrated and it kept me calm during this horrific time. Each time I closed my eyes I saw my sisters silently screaming as someone slit her throat live on television.
A sea gull floated on the air, its beak opening silently calling to its brother and sisters. I watched as it tumbled into the sea and sat there bobbing up and down like a childs toy boat.
I turned my head to the side as I smiled down at a small crab scurry across the beach and into the sea. Closing my eyes I inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh salt air.
I sighed happily and lay back on the sand. I felt like a baby lying in a cot staring up at the startling blue sky, fluffy white clowds aimlessly floating amoungst its emptiness. I wished I could just lie here forever and let the sea engulf me. Maybe if I was lucky I would become a mermaid like in the story books I read when I was small; but my father told me mermaids weren't real.
I wriggled my toes deep into the warm sand and ran my fingers through the grains that trickled throuhg my finger tips like water. I wondered about my mother. How was she? Was she alive? And had she really planned to do what my father had told me she was going to do. My eye began to well up again at the though of my mother being a mute slave in the harsh enviroment of the capitol. I hated them, they put me and my family through torture. I needn't worry that someone would find out about this since I had nothing to say.
Not that I could say it.
Another sea gull swooped to join its friend on the bouncing waves. If only I could hear the sounds of the birds or the sea. I guess this lack of senses influenced how I read books. I could never understand the words that described sounds, because I had never heard a whoosh or a bang. All I had heard was silence.
I loved to read all the same, I never left y with out one. In fact a few inches away sat my upturned copy of "To kill a Mockingjay". It was a good book, very sad though. I had read it more than once and many times I would weep for the characters because they didn't understand the truth behing their creation while I did. I hated being like God, who knew everything about everyone and who knew why they were created. And why they must die.
My mind began to wander onto other things, thinking about where the birds go in the winter, when a shadow peered over me. I held my hand up to the sun to see who was standing there.
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