In 1999 I took a creative writing class at Wake Tech. I wrote the following for an assignment. I always liked it. And since I've got a bit of writer's block I figured I'd dig it out and type it up. I still like it. :)
She was sitting at a table outside her favorite restaurant. It was not yet ten in the morning, and a cool breeze was blowing in from the water. Strands of hair kept streaming across her cheek. Between sips of tea she would push the hair behind her ears only to have it disobey at the next small gust of wind.
The air smelled fresh and clean and full of possibilities. As she smoothed the pale pink linen of her dress on he lap, she wondered exactly what the day before her might bring. She took another sip of her tea, enjoying the fact it contained far more sugar than she was used to, and then headed out of the restaurant towards the beach.
As she reached the sand she pulled her shoes off and dug her toes in deeply. "Why do we have to wear shoes anyway?" she wondered out loud. The next question she asked to no one in particular was, "I wonder how cold that water is." And with that she dropped her shoes and headed towards the ocean.
As her feet hit the water she said to the same no one with whom she'd been conversing, "Yep, it's pretty cold." But she just kept on walking until she was waist deep, then stopping for just a moment to enjoy the morning light dancing on the water. And then she just dove under.
She swam along the beach for a few minutes, tasting the water, and noticing how it actually thinking how it contained more salt than her tea contained sugar.
She emerged from the water wearing a pink linen dress that was no longer crisp but clinging to her. She did her best to straighten her skirt before heading up the beach in search of her shoes.
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