ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA

This was not what he had in mind when Sandra invited him on a beach holiday. He'd thought of golden sand and her golden hair; revealing swimwear barely concealing her tanned curves; frolicking in the sea... Sandra rubbed her grimy, seaweed-covered hands on her dirty overalls and threw the trowel aside, her smile beaming. 'Another … Continue reading ON THE BEACH WITH SANDRA

THE LAST VETERAN

Ebb and flow, waving goodbye, waving hello. So the sea goes, ceaselessly. Old feet on fresh sand. The water no longer running red. Memories crashing inside his head like waves on the shore. Creaking knees bend, arthritic hands dig into the ground. One old tear trickles down weathered skin. He will never visit again. He … Continue reading THE LAST VETERAN