Caroline, my writing buddy this week, and I wrote something to the prompt "swimming". Here is Caroline's. This below is mine...
She steals away from the busy conference room filled with the cacophony of business folks hammering away at the day's agenda. Rushing upstairs to her hotel room, she strips away her business attire and rushes into her old black bathing suit. She wraps a big white hotel towel around her body and slips into her bright yellow flip-flops.
Down the staircase and out the back door, she walks through the alleys until she finds the footpath that runs along the rocky coast. To her left, the brilliant blues of the Meditteranean Sea are calling her.
Another 10 minutes and she arrives at a small beach. It has little sand, mainly rocks and pebbles. Which makes it a beach for the locals rather than tourists. A few half-naked bodies are changing back into their clothes before returning to work or their homes. A few heads are bobbing on top of the water far in the distance.
Awkwardly, she slides, slips, and stumbles into the warm water. She rushes forward and dives into the deep, dark, delicious salty water.
She comes up for air, and a wave slaps her sharply on her face. Then another a few seconds later. "Where have you been?" the waves say. "I've so so missed you", she responds and dives down deeply again.
(This post is part of my "Growing Up & Growing Old" project.)
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