It was a strange place this. Fresh and new in the morning from the wash of sea mist, which blanketed it once again in the evenings. Yet, before the sun hit noon it was as dry and dusty as an old man’s back.
Would she leave?
No, it was home. Its aloneness kept her safe from the hustle and bustle of the city she had fled. The waves were her companions, their crash and splurge of salty water ran over her toes and splashed up her ankles.