Silent Sunday, or almost, light and shadows on the beach, the golden hour – a 100-word story.
The laziness of a summer’s day lingers in the ruddy beams of the chaise longues, still stretching, ever hoping to dip their feet in the cool waves. Alas, perhaps tomorrow.
The thoughts abandoned upon them, now shadows, will hide with the night, without disappearing, hopes for the new day. And the day that’s gone, soon darkness and dreams, will join the rhythm of the waves, coming and going, departing and returning with the sun.
Only the umbrella stands above, out of sight, yet all-seeing, all-knowing. Fearless. Until the wind arrives. ‘What took you so long?’ she asks. He only sighs.
Copyright © Patricia Furstenberg. All Rights Reserved.
This is almost a Silent Sunday as I can’t seem to stop my thoughts from spinning. Thank you for reading.