Another Story Unnamed.

Here's another little bit of writing. It doesn't feel complete, I might add more to it if I am compelled to do so. :)

There was something about the waves that crashed in on Rialto Beach that set it apart. Perhaps it was because it had been the first beach she had set her eyes on, perhaps the nostalgia tainted her view of all beaches. But whatever it was, it consumed Veronica body and soul. When she dreamed, she could hear the waves thundering to the shore. In stressful times she imagined the rocks that adorned the beach; each of them worn to be perfectly rounded, soft and cold circular objects. As she stood on Realto, the wind knocked against her, stealing her breath. Terse screams could be heard in the gasping air, high pitched like a banshee. It must have been the cries of gulls high above, Veronica told herself. Despite how the wind blew, its distinct smell curled thickly around her. The scent of the life living below that was left behind in each wave to decompose filled her head. The view of thick woods surrounded her senses. It reminded Veronica of the fairy tales that told of the black forest. So dense, light was scarce to come by, and fiendish, evildoers found refuge in the shadows and corners of this crooked dimension. The waves came in with a dramatic flourish, ripping and roaring into the rocks, a crescendo of the senses as the spray shot into the air. Veronica’s gaze shifted over the mound in the distance. She knew its shape well, just as she did with the entire beach. Although she could not remember the legend that was told by Native Americans about that rocky silhouette not more than two hundred yards away, she still had the insatiable craving to swim to its rough façade, to climb the imposing figure. There was something wonderful about swimming in the ocean, a complete surrender to the willful waves as they sloshed heavily over you. A total reneging of commitments except one to the water, to know your place, vulnerable. If it wanted you, it would take you; like all things wild it had powerful, dark secrets that only came to you via the embrace of death. Veronica shivered from something she was unable to identify as she watched the water being pushed away as the waves passed, turning and twisting in green spirals.