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"The beach was empty that morning, even the wind was somewhere else..."

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"The beach was empty that morning, even the wind was somewhere else..." The beach was empty that morning, even the wind was somewhere else, it seemed as through the world was needing its breath, waiting as if something was missing, as if the needed what was missing to make it complete again. I walked on knowing that it would never be complete again, that for me something would always be missing. The cold stung my face making my skin tighter than it already felt, the first few fringes of dawn light emerged and started to spread into the inky darkness that was left of the night sky. The wind started to pick up, whipping the spray from the waves onto my face and into my eyes. The saltwater stung my eyes but no tears came, none were left as I had used them the night before. I huddled deeper into my thick coat and made my way to the out sterner of rock that rose out of the sand morning it's smooth perfect surface. ...read more.

Middle

Just the sight of Michael standing at the door made me grow cold and when he looked up at me I grew even colder, it was the look up at me I grew even colder, it was the look of sympathy and grief in his eyes that confirmed what I already suspected. Jamie took one look at the man we had bath known most of over lives and his hands grabbed my arms. By this time the whole family had come out into the hall to see what was going on. As soon as they saw who was standing there, no one spoke, not one moved yet a whole conversation was carried out with thoughts. Michael presented me with thoughts. Michael presented me with a telegram, I could feel Jamie squeeze my arm and automatically took the telegram but it was Jamie who signed for it. He Spoke to Michael for it. He spoke to Michael for a few seconds, gave him some money, shut the door and turned to me. ...read more.

Conclusion

He never said a word when he stepped in front of the rock and neither did I, he just climbed the rock and sat beside me in complete silence, We watched the sea for a while then gently he put his arms around me and I burrowed into the warmth he offered. He nested his chin on top of my head and said "come on, let's go home", I nodded in agreement and both of us climbed down the rock. As we walked back to the house in silence in a way I had made peace with myself and the fact what i had lost my father. The memories I had of him were dearer now and I knew that he would want me to remember but the memories would still cause pain. I stopped for a moment and pulled out the chain that hung around my neck. I looked at my long dead mothers weeding ring. I smiled for a second at the thought of the two of them together again, I turned and smiled just as briefly at Jamie and he turned to walk home. ...read more.

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