Remember Remember, The Brisk End of December

The clouds shunned any sunlight from the beach casting a gloomy mood on the day. A wave, that had not crashed on the rocky cliff coast, rolled in and touched the toes of girl not ready to be a woman. The rocks were damp around her, their warm brown color making her pearl gown stand out. The cove was quite and roaring all at once. A man, stood out of sight behind a distant bolder, watched and then hesitantly moved into her view. She jumped up grabbing a dagger from her thigh. She held it up defensively ready to pounce. He was about a foot taller than her and looked as if he could easily take her down. Something in her head flipped and she threw down the blade and ran hard towards him. The dress blew behind her making it look as if she had the wings of an angel. To him, she was an angel. An angel he had lost but now had found.