At some point, in other centuries, dunes of sand, and sands of time have erased what was, leaving what remains. A shadow. A shell. A memory.
For this reason, she likes to come here, finding beauty in the abandoned. The forgotten. The lost. It takes a special person to appreciate such beauty, and she likes to think she is a special person.
The grains of sand must number in the millions. Even billions. And in this potential, she finds hope. Out there, in the world that has wounded her with indifference, the number of souls must also number in the millions, or billions. And maybe-among those millions and billions-there is one person, who just might realize that she is special too.
I wrote this piece for this week’s Write on Edge prompt inspired by the photo and also the words abandoned beauty. I’ve been working like crazy to finish my short story for consideration in the next volume of Precipice-and I’m almost finished!!