• Family,  Romance

    Their Evening

    Pearl pink and pale yellow reflected in her wet eyes with every step she took. The salty smell of fish and chips and seawater drifted around like the boats on the still water. It was just the three of them. Sister. Brother. Mother. Like it had been for seven years. The colours in the sky were mixing, changing. And so were they. He watched as the plane left a crisp white path on the blue banner. They were about to welcome a strange face into their circle. Strange eyes. Strange hands. Even though they were adults, they felt like children. Seven years echoed in her thoughts. Seven. Now a new…

  • Friendship,  Romance

    Beauty in the Beach

    I met Kym at AA. She was a slim woman, with sharp cheekbones, dark velvety skin, and a soft smile. She captivated me. It wasn’t only her appearance, though. Her heart was good. Flawed, maybe, but good. The first week I met her, she told us her story, and I remembered that AA was a safe space, a space to heal. I could hardly walk up to her and ask, “would you like to join me for a coffee?” Of course, a woman like her never would’ve looked twice at a man like me. I wasn’t unattractive. I had hair the colour of dry sand, swept to the side, as…

  • Friendship

    Following in Footprints

    I heard that story once. The one where the man dreams he’s walking along a beach and is puzzled as to why there is only one set of footprints when God told him he’d always walk alongside him in the lowest points of his life. And then God told him that when there was only one set of footprints, he was carrying the man. It was a young guy on a bus that told me years ago. I never thought much of it. Beach. Footprints. God. Dream. Too much philosophy for me. But now, sitting on a hot beach in Cornwall, watching a young man carrying someone who looks old…