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THE BEACH

Sand, sand everywhere I look at my watch, my eyes struggling to peer through the lashes of hair whipping across my face due to the north westerly wind that harrows around me. Its 6.30pm, the best time of day, a small smile etches across my face as I run my hands across the surface of the sand, its small course fragments sending signals of displeasure to my brain. Seagulls, circle up above, their white bodies coming lower and lower to the ground, their greedy eyes focused on the cup of hot chips sitting next to me. I listen to their screeching calls of attack, occasionally one would land and come close to the cup, its head tilted to one side, contemplating whether I will move or not.. I stare at it, our eyes meeting in mutual competition as it lifts it slender, orange leg to take another step closer. I would not have moved, its inquisitive nature capturing my curiosity, but a sudden movement behind me caused it to reconsider its position and it took off with lightning speed, once again joining the air display above me. I dismiss the noise and draw my attention back to the ocean in front of me, the sun was setting, its last rays of light creating beautiful color displays in the sky, I strain my eyes attempting to keep the whole image in my mind but the horizon slowly disappears from my gaze. I watch as the blue ocean now turns into a black and white film, its stills moving at fast paces through my mind, the crashing and recoiling of the waves on the sand washing over my thoughts.

Its pitch black now, the beach's only illumination coming from the lights of surrounding buildings and the tall lighthouse that continues in its communication to far off sailors. The silence of the night is interrupted by the happy conversation of two girls walking across the beach; I smile outright at the irony of their conversation "I don't know what you're so scared about, it's not like someone's hiding in the sand dunes just waiting to attack you". I stay perfectly silent, my body suddenly becoming very stiff as if it was afraid that they might notice me and jump to the wrong conclusion. My eyes remain stuck on them, my breath shallow and soft, and my ears strain to listen to every small detail of their journey down the beach. The squelching of their feet in the dry sand slowly gets softer as they walk up the wooden planks to the road and leave me to my solitude. The beach is silent; the only noise present comes from the swaying of the dune plants in the wind and

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