The Quay

Summer, 2009

The cool breeze blew in off the quay rustling the sheer curtains of the open windows. Summer was beautiful here along the water. She would not live anywhere else. The water was part of who she was, and would always be. Where she was born, and where she grew up.

The beaches were pristine and just a short walk down the path from the whitewashed cottages. In the morning the gulls created the morning music as the fishing boats returned to the harbour with their catch of the day.

The years had passed by quickly and this once vibrant lifestyle had become a solitary choice for her. Quiet days turned into years. Life became a pause before more quite lonely times. She didn't mind, as long as she could hear the lull of the water and smell the fresh ocean air.

As she sat listening to the call of the gull, there was a knock at the door. Little did she know how answering the door would change her life once again....