Blink Of An Eye
The sky gaped with different shades of cold blue, swirled together like it was a painting from Vincent Van Gough’s blue period. Eva walked down the beach in a slow manner, in sync with the churning waves to her left. She would stop every so often to pick up a musty shell she would find buried deep in the sand. Only to pick it up and then throw it back down when the shell lost its beauty to her. After throwing the shell down into the dewey sand, she noticed a roaring of violent waves coming from the once calming, slow moving waves just moments before. Looking up, she noticed the once sedative sky, now had clouds turning and roaming in violent patterns.
A mukey light olive green had now filled the sky. The one true sign of a violent storm approaching. Eva had made it inside to her beach house, not much protection from the storm brewing just outside the four walls of her shabby, siding house. She didn’t know where to go, who to turn to, so she found the best protective corner of her house and decided to wait out the storm. Tucked away in the back closet corner, the walls painted various shades of dark colors, she listened as the waves slapped on the back and sides of her beach house.
The turning of the waves against her house seemed liked it had lasted a lifetime to Eva. Only when she saw the peach orange of a sun shining through the blinds was her hope restored. She removed herself from the dark corner of her house and onto the back deck of her house, where she saw the sun shining in a sky that was once dark with hate just moments before. She wondered how a place that was so calming, could be so violent in the blink of an eye. As she stood on her back deck, looking out at the now settled waves, she realized every other house torn to shreds as her’s was still standing.
The beige siding of her house was now chipped and torn in places, spots were flooded, and the amber wood surrounding the house was worn, but it was still standing. Still standing in the midst of a storm. Eva quickly snapped out of her trance and ran from house to house checking on the neighbors who lived in the houses that once stood next to her. She stumbled up and down the beach searching, stumbling over her own two feet as she was still in such shock.
I love that you alluded to Van Gogh's blues...a little English 4 crossover! : ) You've chosen a scene with such colorful potential--the sky before and after a storm, the houses along a beach...I like this.
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