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Day 12 Write a short story. Beach

She walked on the beach to get away from her stressful life. She allowed the waves to take away all of her problems even if it was just for those few moments. She thought she what looked like the water rushing over a huge pile of sand, but as she walked closer. . . as she walked closer, she noticed more details and saw it was a man sleeping in the sand. She rushed over and the first thing she noticed about him was his eyes. The bright blue irises reminded her of the water blending into the sky at the horizon took her breath away.

“Hi.” She could barely get the word out, while she let her hand out to help him up.

“Hi. Do you know me?” He was hesitant to grab her hand.

“You look familiar. I thought you needed help.” She sighed.

“Just be careful, not all people are so nice.” She helped him up.

“I’m Jesse.” She felt she could trust him. She felt she could tell him anything, and he would just keep her secret in the sea of blue deep in his eyes.

“I’m Jonathan.” He smiled, and she got nervous, but in an exiting way. They walked along the beach for hours. They talked openly. They laughed carelessly. They played tag like kids. Their feet running in the damp sand. They forgot life for a while. They needed each other even if it was just for that one moment.

Then in one moment of frozen time, their lips connected. The world could ended, but neither one would have cared, they had the complete intimate connection. Then the sublime day stopped sudden once he said. . .

“Damn, I need to go home,” he frowned.

“Where do you live? I’ll walk you home.” She offered not wanting to go back to her own life yet, and she was hoping for another amazing kiss.

“No, I’ll be fine. You should go.” She didn’t understand the complete change of heart. He could see tears forming in her eyes.

“Look, I just want you have this great moment of me. I want you to always think of me when you go the beach. So please just go, and smile for me, okay?” He kissed her on the cheek. She let him walk away until she could barely see him anymore. She didn’t want to go back to the quiet house with low hours at works and bills piling up.

Sad, she kicked around the sand to find a wallet. She opened it to see his face on the ID. She ran toward the direction he had walked in, but no one was there. She looked at the address on his ID and decided to return his wallet.

It was just two streets away from the beach. She needed the walk.

The address matched a white sided house with a small wooden fence around the side. There were red, yellow, and pink rose bushes in front of the porch. She walked up the stairs, knocked on the door, and sighed. She was hoping he would be at the door to greet him with a great embrace.

An older woman answered the door, her eyes were just as blue as his, but her face had miles of stress over it.

“Hi, I wanted to give Jonathan back his wallet.” Jesse has so much hope and joy in her voice. She could see afternoon teas with Jonathan’s mother talking about how him as a child. She could see how their life together would be so great.

“I really don’t know how to tell you this. . .” Jesse’s day dreaming instantly stopped. Jesse didn’t speak, but she just watch the older woman’s bleak expression.

“Please come in.” She explained. Jesse was hesitant, but she wanted an answer. She followed the older lady.

“Please sit down. Would you like some tea?” Jesse smiled, sat down, but declined the tea.

“I’m sorry, but my son, Jonathan, is dead. Has been for twelve years today?” She noticed her cat calendar. Jesse was speechless, but his mother could see the endless questions in the young girl’s teal eyes.

“He was helping a young woman at the beach, and he hit his head in the water, trying to help her. It was an accident.” She poured herself some tea.

“Are you sure?” She offered again. Jesse wanted something stronger. Her eyes scanned the living room filled with pictures of the young man and his mother. There was on with him and a cat; it made her smile.

“I have been getting a different girl each year, and each one needs something.” The aged lady paused. . .

“What is it that you need, dear?”

“It’s was last year when I lost my cat. I miss him dearly.” She knew that bills will always be there and eventually she will get another job, she really missed her tuxedo cat whiskers. The older woman excused herself for a moment.

“Maybe that is why this kitty kept coming back to my porch?” She had a large black and white cat.

“Oh my God, this is Whiskers. I can’t believe you found him.” She was so excited that she hugged the old woman. She saw how lonely the old woman seemed. She gave the woman the wallet and agreed to visit. Jesse kept her word.