Vignettes

Salvation

She had to get out; town was no longer enough of a refuge. A million thoughts fly like clothes into a wrinkled dufflebag. She checks the purse for cigarettes, money, keys. She racks her brain for reasons to go, reasons not to go, reasons to need reasons. Hopping in the car, she lays the directions and map on the seat beside her and drives into the night. Wind streams in, music blares, time passes as she races towards salvation and the beach. Her eyes blur, miles tick past...she finds him and reaches a weekend of bliss.

Sand on the Beach

They walk, hand in hand

Sand underfoot

Salt in the air

Waves crawling closer

Birds flying high over the water

She runs, wild and wanton

Sand underfoot

Saltwater splashing

Waves crashing down

Footprints form by the water

They laugh and fall down

Sand underfoot

Water droplets in her hair

Tide slipping backwards

Kisses given in the sunlight

They sink into one another

Sand underneath

Bodies pressed together

Reason melting away

Ecstasy felt beneath the sky