Chattering Waves
    

The evening strained to eke out the scorching afternoon.

The day-trip families abandoned the beach, leaving just

silence to recall the excited chatter of children - amid the

crumbling sandcastle souvenirs.

Yet not onIv silence. A solitary young woman was taking

photographs of the encroaching sea.

I felt so alone myself, I nearly asked her to talk to me - but that would have been cheating.

Eventually, she told me about herself, things, presumably,

she could only tell a stranger.

Then I murdered her with my bare hands to put a stop to

this never-ending life story.

I left the camera beside the body with the relentless

tides trapped within.

   published 'ramraid extraordinaire' 1996