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?".
"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?".
