I love beaches, and make it a point to take a sunset stroll everyday.
On my walks last week, I spotted a lady every day. She would sit at the same spot, leaving a trail of her footprints in the sand. She would just sit and gaze at the sea. In her eyes, I could spot a fierce longing.
Every day passed, and every day I saw her at the same spot. I would pass by wordlessly. However, yesterday my curiosity got the better of me. I walked up to her.
“The sea is beautiful isn’t it, miss?”
She answered without giving me a glance.
“It is. Don’t you feel that we are rather unfortunate?”
I could not fathom why she would have said that while taking in such a lovely view.
“Because we were born with legs.”
She let out a long sigh. I nodded at her and continued on my way.
Today, when I walked up to the same spot, I did not see her there. However, I did spot footsteps in the sand.
Footsteps that transformed into a single line in the sand, which disappeared into the sea…
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