ATTRACTIVE HORRORS

                                                            ATTRACTIVE HORRORS

A draught blew by me taking my spirit with it. The strands of my hair crossed my face; the sun peaked its way above the horizon as if it was scared to shed some light. The smell of the salty sea tingled in my nose as I breathed in a breath of fresh air. The sand was a minefield of corals, with a collection of many different multi-coloured seashells; however the sand was like a bed of royal blankets. It was the beach that my swift legs brought me to, a place out of anyone’s jurisdiction.  As far as I could tell, I was as liberated as the slaves in Lincoln’s time

The waves were singing to me a dulcet lullaby, making me reminisce my childhood and drawing me closer into them. The frigid waves penetrated my feet allowing me to drift further into its charm. Its calm movement entranced me and I waltzed with the waters of Lakewood Bay. As the waters deepened and thickened, my acidic stomach turned to its side as the pungent smell of decayed algae filled the air. The aroma aroused fear in my feeble being and for the first time, I felt the waves become restless.

Suddenly, I was engulfed in a swarm of angry –looking waves, all hurling insults of a watery fury at my face. Direction was not a priority when I swam off into the night. As if to my rescue, my eyes locked on a structure; an odd one I might add. The only memory after that was my suppressed frown reflected on the waves. I directed my attention to the building a shuffled

With a new wet perception of the beach, I pushed the heavy gates of cold iron which prevented me from the house inside which marked my shelter. I could feel the unevenness of the old, cobbled path beneath, its dislike for me was tangible. Carrying up on the path the grass carried on forever into the horizon, a dull, grey colour as if it had lost the will to live and stopped growing altogether

The air was cold and numb and with every breath, I drew a misty, chilly exhale. As the house drew nearer everything around me became quieter and more distant. From the outside, the house was tall and thin made from large, dark, grey stones that had a rough feel ; all of this sandwiched together my crumbling cement. Climber plants grew up the house winding around the drainpipes grabbing for the little sunlight that reached this desolate place. The door had been left ajar perhaps for many years , or maybe someone was already in there…

Done by Donna Morara