This is my contribution to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto. Together.
For visually challenged writers, theimage shows the sun painting a golden pathway across the sands and sea
All was silent and quiet no movement on the horizon. Just the golden path that lead from her feet to the setting sun. The waves gentle washed the beach shifting age old sands as it had always done. Looking left and right she saw just sea and beach, perfect she thought.
The warmth of the sun touched her, a feeling she had always enjoyed. Bending she scooped up some shells from the beach and marvelled at their beauty, their perfect shapes and gentle colours.
Peace filled her being this was how it was in the beginning, before they came, before they tried to kill her, and almost succeeded.
Smiling she thought of all the havoc they had reeked all the greed and…
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