THE WAVES
Prompt: Find a few moments to look at the image above, and let it sink in--wait until something in the image wants to be written--and write.
The wind almost blew him over as he walked along the edge of the Med. The waves were so big that they discouraged even the most accomplished surfer.
What a change from last summer. Then the sand was barely visible hidden under towels and umbrellas and cooking bodies glistening with suntan oil.
Someone should have seen Bobby swimming away from the beach.
They didn't until it was too late.
The calm of that day versus the ferociousness of today. There has to be a metaphor somewhere, he thought swallowing his sadness once again. He just didn't know what it was.
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