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 Undo the Deed (Book Excerpt)by Adam-Michael James Buy from Amazon.com Page 2 of 4 * * * January 22, 1987 "The Beach" by Amanda Grant Oh, troubled souls come to the beach at night They come to find the reasons why Others serenade their lovers with the music of the waves Some come to play, others come to die Some of them are here to find their way Others have come to cleanse their souls in the ocean Some of them are here to let their minds run free Others have come to ask forgiveness for what they've done Come to the beach sometime Let the waves come rushing up to greet you Let the mist remind you of days that have passed Let the moonlight give you a future view You'll find the beach is a lot like life Because it's always darkest before the dawn The sun always rises, the day always breaks It'll give you the strength to carry on (Let the spirit move you....) Oh, troubled souls come to the beach at night Some will never find their way Daybreak-the sun is here to smile upon them But some aren't here, last night they went home to stay. Amanda nodded her head in satisfaction as she finished her latest work. It was dark and she couldn't make out the paper's light blue lines, so her purple ink went straying across the page. She thought it appropriate that her prose reflected hope and despair. Tonight she was feeling both-mostly the latter. She got up from her place on the steps and tucked the notebook under her arm. The wind began picking up. Amanda's blond hair seemed to whip like a flag, and for just a moment it felt like her worries might be whisked away by the night air. She wondered now, as she did often, Why me? Why me when there are billions of other people this could be happening to? Not that she wished her fate on anyone. Hopefully, her eighteenth birthday in July would change things for the better. Amanda knew, however, that the four hundred dollars she had saved from her weekend job at the mall's earring counter could hardly suffice for survival. But at least it provided for some hope.... A crashing wave interrupted her thoughts. Her hair flew in her face as she turned toward the ocean, and she brushed it away so she could make her way down the wooden steps. She counted twelve before her bare foot touched the cool sand. It felt good between her toes. Amanda rolled her pant legs up to her knees and went out to meet the waves. At first the water made her shudder, but she adjusted quickly. Amanda enjoyed these solitary times at the beach. She felt as if she originated out there in that endless expanse of sea, as if it were her life-source. This was the only place she could truly be alone with herself, and she came here often. She particularly loved when there was a full moon because it accented the waves and foam beautifully. Bending down, she scooped up a handful of the foam and gently blew it away, feeling like a little girl in a sudsy bath. The footprints she left were perfectly imprinted in the sand as she turned to look at them, smiling.... Copyright© 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002 Adam-Michael James, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. |
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