A Girl On The Beach - A Short Story

A pretty girl, sitting on the beach, was looking at the waves with her wide eyes. I was also there sitting, drinking beer. Well, not actually drinking because she really took my attention. I could see her fine nose, a little bit up, smelling the air. The nice smell from the sea.

She was still staring at the waves. No expression, no happiness, no sadness, nothing. I could see her eyelash from my place. They must have been so long and curly that I could notice from about two meters and a half.

I tried to focus on my beer but my eyes looking at her. Half an hour. It was almost dark. Most of the people were disappearing from the beach. Only some couples walking out of the beach, hand in hand. Some others enjoy the darkening process. Sunset in the middle of the sea and it was beautiful.

I was tired of sitting down, I walked to along the beach. After taking few steps, I stopped. I turned my head to see the girl. She also stood up. A few steps away from me. Her long black hair and skirt were flying so beautifully on the cold air. Just one thing bothered me, tears.

I saw tears on her pinky cheeks. Now I saw sadness. Wondering what on her mind now. It seemed like she just could not help it. She was trying to manage her feeling but then, she really could not help it.

Standing there, tears from her eyes onto her cheeks, down touching the land, absorbed. But not her sadness. She kept it in her heart, wishing that she could do the same with it, letting the sand absorbed it so it did not have to be her burden.

I was still there, watching her. She did not notice me. That must be better. Might be, I would not be able to heal her wounded heart.