The Beach–Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers

Genre: Autobiography/104 words

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

I walked down the planked boardwalk to the beach from the hotel. It was my one chance of escape, my one chance to be alone with my thoughts as i walked alone on the beach without my husband. I could feel the sea breezes from the Gulf of Mexico blowing through my hair. I walked slowly down the beach toward the pier.

Thoughts raced through my mind. Why did I stay with him? I didn’t love him. We had little in common. Things he valued were abhorrent to me. This marriage was a sham. Why did I stay? When I reach the pier, I turned back. I walked back along the beach to the hotel, back to my husband.


About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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