The water’s edge.

If you must speak ill of another, do not speak it, write it in the sand near the water’s edge.

~Napoleon Hill

Clara stepped to the edge of the ocean and watched the waves ebb and flow, washing over her bare feet and back again. She had the sensation that she was slowly sinking into the earth as the water pulled back.

The chill of the water stung her ankles. She closed her eyes and let the salty air comb through her hair. She held tight to the tears that threatened to fall, holding her eyes closed until she no longer felt the threat.

She stepped back and opened her eyes. She traced the words in the wet sand. She whispered good-bye as the sea took them and left the shore anew.

As she walked away, she felt that she too had been cleansed by the ocean and she was ready to start again. She was ready to forget him and move on. She would be stronger now.

I loved you.

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5 comments on “The water’s edge.”

  1. angela

    Beautifully done in so few words. The last line is perfect, the ‘ed’ of letting go.

    My favorite part was this line: She had the sensation that she was slowly sinking into the earth as the water pulled back.

    I know that exact sensation, and it works perfectly here.

  2. Ally

    This is sad and touching.

    But even more importantly, cleverly written!

    Enjoyed

    Ally 🙂

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