Theme, Week 13

The waves crashed in like a mother shushing her child to sleep. Seagulls called above, alerting one another to the presence of food. Mary pushed her toes deep into the sand and raised her face to the sun; she loved the beach and everything that it meant. At home she wore suit pants and dress shirts. She walked with an assertiveness that foretold her importance; a CEO. The only time she ever looked up toward the sun was when she was stretching her stiff neck. At college she had been austere and quiet. She had been dedicated to her studies, and her idea of life and what she wanted it to be. The only semblance of personal upkeep was her contrastingly shining hair; something she always took great pride in. Now the sun gleamed from the strands on her head; she felt like she used to when she was young, she felt like Mary. Growing up on the ocean with her grandparents, she had come to love the ocean. Work kept her away. Now she was back; 100 miles from where she had grown up, but the ocean stayed the same and it reminded her of her grandparents.