Tuesday, 4 September 2012

The Beach


The four of them walked onto the beach.
Him and her, hand in hand, their son and daughter running after each other, laughing.

The beach was beautiful.
The sand was white.
The water was clear.

And near the water, all along the beach, glistened a rainbow of colours.
Thousands and thousands of multicoloured shells lay on the sand, collected over time by the toil of the sea.

It was perfect.
It was relaxing.
It was just what they needed.
They were awed at the wonder that is nature. The beauty was unsurpassed.
They walked hand in hand, their children running behind them.
They were happy.

And, as they walked, thousands of multicoloured souls screamed in silence as they were crushed beneath their feet.

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