The Wave.


“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.”
Henry David Thoreau

They didn’t hear the warnings so they never knew what hit them.

They had been together for nearly four years and living by the sea was something they had to do.

Their sanity depended on it.

They both found it hard to hold down a job and consequently their existence was tenuous.

They didn’t care; they had each other. When things got bad and the voices were loud they would look out for each other until it passed; and it always passed, even though, at times it seemed like it might not.

They were lying in each other’s arms when the wave hit; washed away, never to be found.

Apart from a few friends there was no one to mourn their passing. They were just two more names on a frighteningly long list.

16 thoughts on “The Wave.

    • I don’t know. I forget where my head was at when I wrote it……… and you don’t want me to go back in there….. trust me…… especially not today, not without a whip and a chair.


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