Remembrance: A Fiction

It was solid black as the wave splashed through the shore. The sound of the silent rain was tolerable against her ears, and the cold damp sand was making millions of tiny pressure against her bare feet. She never took notice of the young lovers who passed by nor the fishermen trying to get the early morning catch. She was still as the wet boulders around here.

In her time, she was walking with the woman she love. They were talking about the dark clouds, about the beach -- and then they weren't talking at all. But it was a fruitful conversation, healthy for their young souls. They smiled and laughed every once in a while, as they find they're wordless humor.

Then it began to rain. Both of them looked up as if asking for more water. Silently, the older woman smiled at her daughter. It was time to go.

Then slowly she opened her eyes and she knew her mom will always be there: in the beach, in the rain and in her heart.