Prompts # 94 - 95
Prompt 94: Sea
The sea. Sitting on the shore the only land you will see is where you are. Some where across the horizon was another place. Another country. Across the sea, a finite distance. And infinite distance. By the sea everything is poetic, everything is pensive, everything is relaxing. Sherlock sighed and leaned back on his elbows, legs out in front of him. The sound of the waves on the sand lulled him. He war nearly asleep.
A high pitches squeal jarred him awake. He opened his eyes to see his son and daughter diving through the waves. He smiled, enjoying the beach.
Prompt 95: Shore
The lake was perfect and deserted. The surface of the natural brown water was as smooth as polished wood. A rope swing hung from a huge oak tree. Holly gasped, the sight was perfect. Idealistic. Eliot smirked, pleased with himself. This was his summer home as a child. She missed that joy, this childhood experience. But he was giving it to her now. He dropped his bag on the shore, shucking his shirt and hat and climbed the oak. Holly just looked, at him as she stood on the shore.
“Come on, let’s get this vacation stared.” She smiled, joining him.