A Solitary Walk on the Beach


It was cold, not frigid, but the wind was biting. Good, that meant I had the beach to myself.

The stark late winter sun turned the summer vacation site into a monochrome fantasy, an old silverplate photo from a bygone era.

I shared this world away with only a single soul who, thankfully, was walking the other direction, his form silhouetted by the low, southern sun.

Typically, a walk, any walk, gets the creative juices flowing, fires the imagination, sends a spark of creativity that wakes the system.  A walk on the beach?  Paradise for the muse!

But not today…


Word count = 100

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Yeah, yeah, the missing muse story seems to be a common thread on FF, but some days we just draw a total blank.

56 thoughts on “A Solitary Walk on the Beach

  1. GHLearner

    And there is a story, full of atmosphere and vivid images. I admire the ‘lost muse’ stories. When I lose mine, I’m usually not capable to write anythig.


    1. trentpmcd Post author

      It is a gorgeous place. I do take winter walks on the beach, and the photo does a good job of capturing that light. I think the muse was off enjoying herself someplace around the beach…

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        1. trentpmcd Post author

          I like big bodies of water as well – I think I told you that I am from Ohio, but might not have said I grew up close to Lake Erie. It is funny, though, that I spent all of my free time paying in the Vermilion River and only occasionally in Lake Erie!

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          1. Bear

            Yes, you have said such. I’ve been up to Lake Erie a couple of times… on the Canadian side, actually… at Point Pelee. I’ve been to Cleveland twice and didn’t much care for it, equally said of Toledo. I’m from the area near Xenia, I think I’ve said. Lived for 10 years in and around columbus, then moved to Kentucky. Now, we hope to just get back over the river…almost anywhere we can find decent digs and work that pays well enough for said digs. I grew up playing in Massie Creek, Little Miami River, and enjoyed the banks of the Sciota when we lived in Columbus. I used to love a beach up in Delaware County, but forget the name of the park… the rangers were always skeptical when they saw me with my cat swimming. they weren’t sure what to make of it… but Misty loved the water, and riding on my kickboard.

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      1. jenne49

        Envy is a terrible thing! I haven’t been near a beach since October. We’re confined to out local area here and I’m in the city. Throw a stone in the sea for me please! And enjoy the beach!

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