On The Beach_(3)
Alone on the Beach I was walking along the beach. It was somewhat past dawn, the boulevard had closed, the other tourists had gone back to their hotels. It was just me and the sand, me and the water, me and the dark blue night sky, only tiny slivers or red and purple lingered around the horizon, remembering of the sun that was once there. After my husband had left me. I went on a holiday all by myself. My friends told me they respected that, that they couldn’t do it, they wouldn’t be able to go on holiday all by themselves. I pretended I could, but now that I was here I was bored and lonely. Above all I was sad. Everywhere I looked I saw those happy young couples and people in relationships. …