I Enjoy Watching Waves Crash Onto the Beach

Destination : Jersey (Channel Isles); a walker's paradise. Object - to forget (a woman); not a swinger's paradise! First night, determined to get drunk.
"Is this seat free?". She's pretty, as long as she doesn't expect conversation. He was an eternal optimist. "You don't say much!". "No. I've just broken up with a girl so not in the mood". What was she talking about now? The weather. "Think I'll have an early night. See you around".
Day two. Cliff walk time. There she was striding along in front of him. Every gust of wind blowing her short loose skirt well above her waist. At least they matched her socks. What was all that buzzing he heard? Model aircraft no less; there was a flying club alongside the cliff path. Sunny, very warm day. Within seconds, silence. It turned cold. Weird! Looking seawards it looked like a solid grey wall was moving in. Thick sea mist; what they call in some places a haar. Dangerous; so near the cliff edge and unable to see.
He heard a scream. She'd fallen over the edge of the cliff. Clinging for her life to a stone. He got down on his stomach and was just able to reach her wrists. "I'll try to take your weight. Help me with your feet". Somehow he got her back up to the path. Her legs had turned to jelly. He got her arm around his shoulders and half-carried her. It took ages to make it to the hotel. "Thank you for saving my life". "Can you think of an alternative?.
For the remainder of the holiday they grew increasingly close. He saw her to the airport for her flight home. Tears on her part. Would he ever see her again? He walked back alone to the hotel along the fateful cliff path. A smiling girl was waiting at the entrance. "How did you get here?". "Taxi. Did you think I was Miranda?".

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Yulianna · 22-25, F

🇺🇦🌻 thank you for pointing me to this. i like the air of mystery, the dream like quality. you do not spoon feed the reader. yes, that's it, you need to read it from within the story, to feel the energy as well as understand the words.

one detail question, was there a reason for choosing the name Miranda? 🙂

alan20 · M

@Yulianna No reason for Miranda. I have holidayed in Jersey several times. Actually a local girl came to my aid on the cliff path once during a haar - if that's the correct term, but nothing as dramatic. I've written a few erotic stories but "god" knows where they've gone. Would you wish to point me to a story of yours? Thanks for your appreciation.

Yulianna · 22-25, F

@alan20 miranda is the daughter of Prospero in the Tempest, and also the subject of a fascinating poem by TS Elliot... it is miranda who first speaks the words "oh brave new world that has such creatures in it."

a very interesting character and the name in your story brought many layers of magic to it for me.

my stories? my profile has many poems i have posted here over the years. and occasional bouts of diaries.

at the moment, i am posting a daily Plague Diary.

i also have an ongoing serial called War Stories about a projection of a fictional me as a war correspondent in a fictional near future. there are nearly 40 chapters so far...

i would be very happy for you to read any of my stuff.

and i will be looking at more of yours.

🌻🙂

alan20 · M

@Yulianna Thought Miranda had a Shakespearean connection; Tchaikovsky wrote a tone poem inspired by the Tempest. Odd how these snippets float to the surface. I think I'll name my next heroine "Uisce" - pronounce Ishka; it means Water in Irish. Uisce Bea (or Beatha) means Whisky - Water of Life. Like l'eau de vie to the French. Whisky is a million times nicer than cognac though. Especially with boiling water, sugar lemon and cloves. Has to be Irish whisky though. My ancestors have a brand named after them, not to mention a reel (a dance). Slainte.

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