Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life. “My life began with Mallard,” Leezeeanne smiled.
She thought lovingly of all the firsts. His strong arms around her. Moments of exhilaration. Cabins in the snow. Rivers always rivers.
She picked up a piece of sea glass, glinting like sun-diamonds on the water. Dropped it in her basket of treasures, among the smooth river rocks.
She smelt the sea tang. Heard the powerful waves crash a greeting to the rocky shore line. Not the angry growl of deep, dark rivers.
Hundreds of shore birds wheeled and danced, instinctively knowing what the others would do. The way she and Mallard moved as one.
She sat with her back against a large log washed up by a mighty storm, letting the warm sand run through her toes.
Mallard would be here soon. Pulled from the river, they were still trying CPR on him.
Thus ends the tale of Mallard and Leezeeanne. The line that came to mind first is the last. That set the tone for the episode. Things could have turned out differently, but ultimately Mallard and Leezeeanne will have the beach. He will slip his hand into hers and they will walk, and be together always.
Written for Mondays Finish the Story, May 11, 2015
Thanks to Barbara for prompts that woven together started and ended my melodrama.
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