There was a lonely old man walking on the sand. He was wearing an oversized grey and black coat. Clasping his shoes, he walked along the sand step by step, leaving footprints. The waves were washing ashore, sea water going on his feet while seagulls were scavenging. There was a crowd of people in the distance surfing in the sea water and playing in the sand.
Walking along the sand he thinks he sees a familiar face and he runs as fast as he could but that was not who he suspected it was someone he did not know so he kept on walking along the sand.
Hey Paris,
ReplyDeleteThat narrative paints an awesome picture of the man at the beach. I especially liked your line "seagulls were scavenging". I would suggest you have a quick read through and check it sounds like it flows.
Awesome work, Mr. Hutchings :)