COVE
DEBONAIR
GIGANTIC
TEXTURE
WINDOW
Written for https://bopaula.com/2022/07/22/thursdays-special-pick-a-word-july-2022/.
A sheltered cove, in the middle of nowhere.
A beautiful piece of nature, debonair cliffs gazing down at the gigantic waves. Crashing against his weak defences. Charlotte snapped picture after picture, and was always in awe of nature.
A window in time, and the soft texture of sand between her toes and they sunk below the surface like she was being welcomed back into the sea. Days out with her mother and father washed over her, and it always felt like a better version of home.
She leant against the soft rock, and it crumbled beneath her fingers – it stood no chance against a torrent of swash. It felt like every year, there was something different. Where once stood a cave, there now was a stack. Where there once was a stack, a stump.
It was never how she remembered it as a child.
She was pretty sure there was a little caravan park, just on the edge of the cliffs. Now all she saw was farmland, and patchwork of colour. Like the quilt her grandmother made, which protected her bed at night.
Writer Ravenclaw 
🙂 Thank you.
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