The Beach

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As Sav sat by the sea she watched as the waves crashed down onto shore. Imagining her discovering her own perfect object. Sav had searched years to find something worthwhile. Every month she would sail off the beach and be with herself.

As her blonde hair floated with the wind she breathed in the salty air and sighed. Nobody new about her going out to the sea. That was how she liked it, something that only she could enjoy; alone. She waited days for her chance to go again, she waited to rent that same little boat with the same little motor and same little anchor.

She sat with her McDonalds and closed her eyes. Sav listened to the laughter of the children with the family next to her. What wouldn't I give for a cutie like you she thought as she smiled to herself while looking at the girl making a sand castle. A seagull landed at her feet and stared at Savs chips.
What? She asked the seagull laughing to her self. She threw him a chip as she got up to walk towards a bin.

Half an hour later she got an email saying her boat was ready so she walked over to the small wooden hut and Haz, the man who worked there, helped her push the boat to the sea.
Back again? Haz asked jokingly.
Yeah. I've been waiting for ages to come again. Sav replied, blushing at the sight of him. She always had a 'thing' for him but refused to admit it.

The song from Hercules began to play at the back of her head.

Honey we can see right through you
Girl, you can't conceal it
We know how you're feeling
Who you thinking of?
No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no
You swoon, you sigh, why deny it, oh, oh
It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love

Ugh. Get out my head. She whispered under her breath as the song faded out of her memory. How aggravating is it when you get a song stuck in your head? She looked back at Haz and offered her good bye. Bad place, bad time; a voice crack in the middle of her "bye" Jesus Christ any time but then!

She placed hers shoes in the boat and walked into the ocean.

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