Ani

Ani, a photo by Amorrr Burakova on Flickr.

She went back to that beach where she had been a child and which now was so different from her memories. It was all too clean, perfect. No more joyful cries of children and thuds of balls hit. An eerie silence, broken only by the waves of the sea, hung on the wooden jetty.
Under the midday sun Ani went down to the pier and sat on the edge, legs dangling above the expanse of the sea.
She closed her eyes and while a gentle breeze went back to lick her face, she looked with the mind beyond the unseen horizon.