Escape to Paradise.

It was a resplendent, clear but breezy day. The wind whisked the water into froth-topped waves. The sun illuminated the skies like a beacon, drawing people to Chaweng beach on Ko Samui. The air was crisp with a faint trace of salt disguised in it.

Faith plodded down the cracked stone steps, which led directly onto the beach. She could feel the breeze brushing against her body from all directions, forcing her to sway to and fro. She could taste a tint of salt on the tip of her tongue that was carried in the breeze. The shingle beneath her feet felt like tiny crustaceans nibbling at her toes, crunching as they bite. She hopped across the minute stones straight onto the sand. It was scalding. Standing on it gave the feeling of walking over hot coals, scorching the soles of her feet.

As she rushed to the water to cool her feet, she could feel the miniscule grains of sand grinding away against the tight plastic of her shoes. Her feet plunged into the crystal clear water becoming shrouded in sand. Peering through the water, her feet seemed as though they didn’t belong to her, as if she had found them whilst searching for shells. Her feet, pale and soft with white lines painted on them from the reflection of the sun through the translucent water.  

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Faith tolerated the coldness of the water as it felt highly refreshing between her toes. She looks out on the horizon, a vast mass of ocean longing to be explored. She wondered how many secrets lay embedded under the sea’s bed. The ocean, to Faith, is like a child’s bed, like there is something sinister lurking beneath it. The wind swept across her face, drawing salt into her gleaming eyes. Water droplets rolled down her rosy, tanned cheek. As she whisked the tear away, her long auburn hair streamed into her eyes cascading over her perfect features.

Faith turned around ...

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