It was 5:00 p.m when the daytime descended into a bright greyness. Carla wore a blue linen jacket over her cropped skinny with a pair of skin-tight jeans that flecked and stretched over her legs. She wore a couple of jewelleries which accentuated the delicate beauty in her. The quick mascara and lipstick soothed her face;her glistening gold hair fell loosely over her shoulders with curves like waves. She felt retrieved into normal life as she stared at hrr reflection in the mirror. After a while,she left the house gleamily.
As she drove in Austen street,she thought of today;the day she had been counting days on to make memories and to feel the essence of Hungfington beach. The unpleasant dreams and struggles tried to push her mind but she was too strident at the moment. Her GPS read that the destination was a couple of miles ahead. After a few quaters of time,she felt the presence coming towards Hungfington Beach. She turned into Spring's road. The road was narrow but it was crystallized by the delicate beauty of the beach. Carla slowed down her car so that she can feel the breaths of the glorious environment. Then after a 100m drive,she reached her destination. Enthusiastically,she parked her car near a gigantic tree and limped out.
Carla's pupils dilated,blood rushed with frenzied excitement when she caught sight of this tremendous view. "Is she dreaming?". The sun was on excursion to rest,orange shades draped over the sky extinguishing its brightness. The clouds dissosiated,forming thin-stretched layers of gulfs. The thin water waves glowed by the reflection of the sun. The perfect bliss of the waves mesmerized her;sounds caught sight of her heart and tickled it like a waving feather. Flashbacks of her traumatic events just paused for a while. The wind howled and swirled;rocks so shiny;sand so silvery;a moment of bless. The breathtaking environment enwrapped itself around carla. She finally looked away at the long bridge that ran across the sea. She eyed a tall figure,standing near the fence,seeming approachable. This moment filled her with the tendancy to move on. Suddenly she saw the figure waving a hand in the air dissmisively. Carla slowed made her steps.
Blurrness discarded and she was excitedly startled when she eyed Justin. He was tall,slim and brown and had a broad smile on his oval face;so sweet tempered. Carla paced beckoningly. She couldnt stop the loud drums of her heart and they both shrieked with delight and clumsily hugged each other.
"Carla! This is certainly the best place to spend the day. After hours and hours of counseling I can relax myself",blasted Justin.
"Yes I know. I was busy with the latest crime reports and that drived me crazy and insane".
Justin smiled.
"Look at the sun", he pointed out his chubby finger'it is carrying away all the imperfections and miseries that bound to drive us insane".
Carla tilted her head towards the sun, happy for the fact that it is "carrying away",even just for a night. They both paced along the dilapidated bridge. She looked down and stared into the immeasurable depths of the sea. The water was crystal clear that she was trapped by her own 'trance'. As she walked beside Justin,she eyed the sun sinking lower under the bridge;halfway seen;almost not,then escaping into a liquified land,unseen by anyone,until it wakes up again in the morning. Carla felt almost one inch away from the soulful sky. Finally they stopped near a small,cosy restaurant in the bridge:"Fly Away Foods". The name enticed and encouraged them to drop in. They snuggled at a corner isolated table to give a bit of company. The salty smell of air,pervated with a hope,a place and a reason bathed around her and nourished her. Justin glanced blinkelessly at the menu card as it was the craving food.
"What do you want?", he asked.
"Eh-emm...'deep fried pomfret'?".
"Oh yeah that sounds great for a dazzling evening".
After a couple of minutes,the waiter served two plates of Deep Fried Pomfret. The clear,pure,spicy fragrance burned her mouth. Justin was startled by the spices in the dish that made him want to grab the food in his mouth. One bite,just ellapsed her into a whole new world of cuisines and tastes. She felt to grasp the minutes so she could sit and share everything with him.
Later, Justin eyed Carla staring blinkelessly to somewhere over the horizon as if a person was standing above it,so thoughtfully and mesmerizingly.
" Are you okay?".
"Well um-fine. I was just thinking", mumbled Carla relivingly.
Just now Carla struggled with life and emotions with an immense urgency to talk about her mysterious calls and dreams but her mouth wasn't dropping it out to Justin's ears. Suddenly her eyes glued when they caught sight of a beautiful blonde girl. It brought an eerie presence. The dreams flooded into her like a tsunami of thoughts. Other half of her noticed Justin's sideway glance and she quickly turned bringing normality into scene.
Carla hardly concentrated on Justin's conversation. She felt everything he spoke,his words had hope,reason,meaning;a true sense of a Psychologist. But still her frivolous dreams were awakened,alive and defendful;powerful enough to scramble away the sweetness. It was 6:30p.m when the greyness melted into the night's darkness. The water waves chanted loudly with its mournful low pitch. The silverness of the sand evaporated into the threaten of the night. She felt as if she's seated at the peak of a mountain,trying to clutch a star.
"Life is like those stars,without darker moments happiness never comes",said Justin softly.
Carla narrowed her eyes and looked up at the sky. It was night when the sky filled up with the stars;atmosphere changed completely. He was right. The stars appeared welcoming her back to these hours of comfort and relaxation. It was like a pitch black curtain draped over the sky with patterns of stars. The silver moon was high up in the sky giving off the only light. They stared at the sky,heads tilted up,staring at the constellations.
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THE LOST MEMORY
Gizem / GerilimMemories can be a murder..... Carla Venn, a 20 year old private detective receives a terrible phone call. When the nights grew, her fears confronted her mercilessly. She sees a constant dream of a white blonde girl. Is it her? She meets a psychatri...