Small Spot on the Sand, The Beach, Friday Morning

Dec 26, 2008 08:26

Gavin had woken up early this morning. After trying and failing to go back to sleep, he'd finally changed, grabbed a notebook and headed towards town.

It was chilly but it wasn't the worst he'd seen. He wished for snow. He wished for a ship to fly. He wished for a lot of things but he knew those wishes wouldn't be granted. He'd learned to deal with not getting what he wanted. If he'd been younger, he'd have thrown a temper tantrum but he wasn't a whiny child anymore.

Well, he wasn't a whiny child most of the time.

Gavin found a small spot on the beach and flopped down in the sand. It was colder here but it was nice. Crisp. It woke him up, made him feel a little less melancholy. After a few minutes of just staring out over the ocean, he opened his notebook and started writing a letter.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I haven't written in awhile, I know. It's been busy but good. A holiday just passed here. It's called Christmas, I think you'd like it...

After he'd finished the letter, he folded it and stowed it safely in his pocket. He'd go back to his room.

In awhile.

[Estaaaaaaaaaaaablishy only!]

place: beach, angst: letters home

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