Beach holiday
I’ve never trusted beaches. Glaring, hot white sand that hurts your eyes and shifts and slips underfoot when you walk and coats your skin with sticky grains, and piles itself up in little hillocks along the edge so you can’t see the firm, green land behind. As though this is all there is.I’ve never believed the reach of it. All that shimmering blue, stretching out until it meets the empty blue of sky. And is it sloping upwards? Where is that horizon line that keeps me grounded? What kind of place is this that robs the human eye of perspective and scale?
I’ve never liked the movement of it, the push and pull, the creeping of it over feet and knees and thighs and before you know it you’re under and then what?
I stay away from rock pools too. Where slimy things and scaly things crawl and slither and scuttle.
I’ll sit here while the children run in and out, and squeal with every breaking swell. I’ll play the role, here in my shaded patch with a book, but don’t ask me to relax. Don’t ask me if I had a nice day.
I’ll tuck them into bed at dusk, bathed and pink-tinged and exhausted and chattering about tomorrow. I’ll kiss their still damp heads and be their night-time storyteller. I’ll choose a book of fairytales and gloss over the scary bits and let them leave their night lamps on and their door ajar when I leave.
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This 250 word story is for The Unicorn Challenge, hosted by Jenne Gray and C. E. Ayr.
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Mother-love personified, Margaret. And like you (and I know it sounds unAustralian) I’ve never been a fan of beaches. 😉
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Thanks, Doug. That’s a lovely summation of my story. I have a healthy respect for the ocean and what lurks therein. I really don’t mind being near it, as long as I have grass, not sand, underfoot, and shade overhead, and no-one pressuring me to do more. Is that unAustralian? Probably. Oh well, so be it.
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You had me at ‘I’ve never trusted beaches’.
Superb depiction of the (over-)protective mother with paranoia creeping in from all sides.
Great stuff, Margaret!
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Thanks, CE. If my first sentence grabbed you I’m very happy. Paranoia has survival value. I’m a great believer in it. 😊
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Your descriptions bring the beach scene and the mother seeing danger everywhere so clearly to life – so beautifully done.
What I like best about this mother is that she does her best not to pass her fear on to the children, hides as best she can and lets them dive in where she wiuld never dare to go.
Such a great story of mother-love.
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Oops, sorry, I got two versions of my reply mixed up! Proofread, Jenne!
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Thank you, Jenne. In a longer story I might have included a husband. I’m thinking he’s the one initiating all the beach time. But that’s another story. I’m happy you like the way I painted this character. She’s somewhat a part of me – I’m not a beach lover, although I can appreciate the beauty of such places more than my character, as long as I’m in a comfortable and SAFE spot. I live on a large lake with an ocean outlet, and there are sharks in it. I have a kayak, and before I realised just how often there are sharks, and how big they are, I used to enjoy paddling about. Now I’m reluctant.
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I enjoyed the unfolding of your beach description, Margaret. Why do we all have to love the beach? I like the sound of the waves hitting the shore. The salty air touching my skin, but the rest … not-so-much. LOL I loved the way you showcased the mother havin concern for their safety. I can never rest and divert my eyes from the water when my grandkids are in the ocean. It’s too powerful to not be vigilant. Great story!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Isadora. I’m not a real beach lover, but I too like some aspects of it. From a comfortable distance.
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yow!
you have written the perfect ‘at the beach’ description, one that I was ‘heading towards’, sans the very first sentence. (lol)
“What kind of place is this that robs the human eye of perspective and scale?“
fave line
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Perfect! Why thank you. Beaches always give me a kind of dread. The hugeness of all that ocean, and its unpredictability. However I don’t really mind them as much as my narrator does 🙃.
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How lovely! I was there yesterday too (I’m very lucky).
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You are lucky. Thanks, Chris.
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I live beside a beach and I can’t imagine what it would be like not to be able to stroll along it every day; the sand, the rock pools, the rippling tide. Equally, I fully realise that it’s not for everybody and I can fully accept the narrator’s view on it. As they say, one person’s heaven is another’s hell!
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I live near water too. It’s a large lake with an ocean outlet, and I do like to be able to walk beside it, and see it from our balcony. I can also appreciate the peacefulness of a walk along a quiet beach, so my narrator’s views are not entirely my own. However I do have an underlying distrust of the ocean.
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Relatable in so many ways, Margaret, especially after having children. Suddenly those relaxing days on the beach with our baby oil, reflectors and portable radios cranking out the latest tunes were replaced with kids’ wagons filled with sand toys, coolers crammed with snacks, diaper bags, screened tents, crying kids woefully staring at their fallen ice cream cones. We were like the Israelites crossing the desert with all our belongings strapped to our backs and our wailing offspring balanced on our hips. I live by the water …. I love the look and smell of it. Other people can enjoy the experience of sand up their bathing suits; that’s perfectly fine with me.
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Oh yes. Beach trips with young kids. You’ve described it well. And it’s not only beach trips – that’s how everything is when families are young, but what memories it makes. We actually live by the water too – a lake, not the ocean – and I do like to see it, and walk by it.
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Everyone said our lives would never be the same the second we had babies …. and they were right!
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There is something sinister about beaches. You can never fully leave it behind. A little bit always comes home with you. You have to respect a mother who puts her children first despite her reservations.
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Thank you, Nobbin. Your notion of beaches being ‘sinister’ rings true to me. I can feel safe and relaxed in a forested or grassy setting, and yes, I can relax at a beach too, but safe? No. I like your idea of that feeling clinging to you afterwards. That’s a wonderful image. Maybe there’s a story in that. 🤔
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This certainly is a departure from the usual beauty personifying prose that must number in the thousands or more. The power of nature comes through in this piece and the cautionary mother who pages the grass under her feet. My other half would empathise. He hates sand!! But loves looking at the sea views.
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That’s how I like it. From a distance. Clean, dry and cool. Thanks for you nice comment; I’m glad those features of my story came through.
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Prefers* (not pages) in the last comment.That darn auto correct!
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Yes, I know. Mind of its own. 😠
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