From RDP Saturday Wave

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A wave looms over me like a hurricane. I am at one with my surfboard, and the taste of seaweed spurs me on. A crowd of people are on the beach. I cannot see them wave, but my imagination is enough.

It has been a long three years.

After my accident, I didn’t think I would get on a surfboard again. I was scared of failure, but more than that, I couldn’t think beyond my hospital bed, and rounds of physiotherapy. I lost more than my sight that day, I lost my will to live.

Now the only wave of emotion is tears of happiness mixed with the salt water. Life has a habit of going on regardless. As I slide across the wave, my arms stretch out. It feels like I’m flying. Flying towards the beach like a shooting star across the horizon.

I am home, and at one with my board again.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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