The lovely Jennifer Nichole Wells word for this week was “clouds.” I missed last week’s challenge which was “storm.” I am going to use both words this week in my epic photo/fiction event.
The Gulf of Mexico was balmy. Heat radiated from the reflection of the sun on the waves. Wispy clouds promised a hint of possible storms in the late afternoon when the humidity would climb to a crescendo of weather-related events. Every afternoon it was the same. It always rained during the summer. It was a daily release of built up tension caused by the sea and the sun.
seagrass waved in the gentle breeze while sea turns drilled their beaks into the warm, wet sand looking for tiny crustaceans beneath the surface of the lightly breaking waves. The birds scuttled along the beach leaving tiny bird feet etchings in the sand.
The man and woman walked along the beach, hand in hand, oblivious to the heat of the day, laughing as they kicked sand with each step they made. The woman was stunning. Long blond hair falling to her waist blew about in the draft from the Gulf. The man was handsome with dark curly hair and flashing blue eyes that seldom strayed from the woman’s face.
Occasionally, the couple would stop and gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes. They would wrap their arms around each other and kiss passionately as if each kiss was their life blood. Tourists always seemed to lose themselves in the beauty of the beach.
This beach was secluded and far from the maddening crowds of the public beach far down the road. Passionately, the couple dropped to the sand. Swimwear was thrown about carelessly, without a second thought. The two made love to the sound of the birds, the ocean, and the wind. Oblivious to the weather, the man and woman leapt up naked and plunged their bodies into the warmth of the waves of the Gulf of Mexico.
The sky began to change. A darkness crept in from the moisture laden Gulf waters. The clouds rolled and boiled mimicking the action of the waves below.
Seagulls sensing the approaching storm flew about screaming a warning to all who ventured upon the sands below. The undertow caught the woman first. Not familiar with the waters of the Gulf, she struggled to break free from the mighty undercurrents that dragged her further from the shore. She struggled and cried out to the man.
The man saw the woman and swam toward her with swift, sure strokes. As the water was whipped into a fury from the storm, the man felt the waves slam against him. He was beyond the sandbar, and he struggled to reach the woman who was swallowed by the angry sea.
The man felt the deep current suck him under the waves pulling his body further out to sea. The turquoise water had turned a deep, dark green. Thunder rumbled and roared with the ferocity of the winds that whipped the man deeper under the sea.
Just as the man and woman had claimed each other in love, the Gulf of Mexico had received their bodies as a penance to their inability to break the grip of the rip.
Thanks for stopping by today. I sure enjoyed seeing all of you!