Tag: beach
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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…
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THE VISIT
We were still heading away from the private beach, the staff on the sand were dots in the distance. ‘Shouldn’t we turn back now, Dad?’ He only smiled and carried on rowing, ‘Just a little further.’ Should I be panicking? This wasn’t some mad attempt at reaching another country, was it? ‘I’ve had enough, Dad.…
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SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the…
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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…
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F IS FOR FAMAGUSTA, CYPRUS
A STORY OF FOLLY IN FAMAGUSTA, CYPRUS ‘Not even Turkish Cypriots are allowed in,’ my guide Ferhat tells me as we peer through the barbed wire. Beyond lies a golden beach, straight out of a tourist board advert with the deep blue Mediterranean lapping gently on the shore. Look closer though and things don’t look…
Iain Kelly 