Friday Fictioneers: The Beach Trip

This week’s Friday Fictioneers is based on a lovely photo:

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

My offering is entitled “The Beach Trip:”

Frank felt his body relax at the scent of the ocean. It was a lot like the first time making love, he thought: he was thirty now but his mind’s eye saw himself at eight, standing in the same spot, excited. As he stepped onto the berm walkway, he felt a caress from the sea grass; it still brought his skin to gooseflesh. His left foot moved from wood to warmer sand, which furtively grasped each footfall. He approached the surf—Frank now, Frank then—felt the skip of heartbeat at the touch of wet. A release: Frank dove in.

(26) Comments

  1. Until about ten minutes before I read your piece I’d never heard the word ‘berm’. And then I read it on another site and looked it up. What a coincidence.

    Nice reflective story.

    1. That is an interesting coincidence! When I was growing up, most of us just called it the beach, or a dune. Thanks to my very knowledgeable husband, I learned the proper term 🙂

    1. Thank you, Janet! I do not have such an affinity for the mountains, unless I am looking at their majesty from a distance. Often here in Southern California, mountains mean snow (I moved out of NJ to get away from the stuff…) or altitude discomforts (it has taken me a while to get used to 2000 ft after living my life at 19 ft or less). I am for sure a beach baby 🙂

    1. Thank you for asking…since there is a word limit, I work hard to stay in it and it was difficult to stay with the “making love” feeling. The “release,” of memories, an exhale before diving in, was a quick attempt on my part to do that 🙂

  2. When i was younger I used to dream of going to the beach. I felt very much like you describe here. The simple joys of pulsating water, warm sand and the bright sun.

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