It felt like a needle had pierced her foot. Cursing, she reached down to pluck a tiny seashell from between her toes. Fitting end to summer, she thought.
The soft breeze sweeping in from the ocean did little to soothe her attitude. She hated good-byes, not that there had been any ceremonious parting of the ways when he left. Not a note, text messages…anything. Still, she hoped for one last word but knew any explanation would just be some manufactured attempt at the truth, more like an excuse.
Passing the Lighthouse where they met, she scolded herself for not realizing that he was a player from the moment their paths first crossed. Smooth talker, knew all the right lines and how to push all the right buttons on her emotions; over the last few weeks she fell for his act, every step of the way.
She switched on her iPod and broke into a run on the beach, sometimes stumbling in the sand. Her moves seemed almost desperate, as if she was trying to leave every painful memory of him behind. The warm wind gently touched her cheeks as she ran and, for a brief moment, her heart hurt less…until she heard Frank Sinatra’s voice in her headphones…
All summer long
we sang a song
And then we strolled that golden sand
Two sweethearts and the summer wind
Then softer than a piper man
One day, it called to you
I lost you, I lost you to
The summer wind
This week’s prompt…two songs: “Walk This Way” and “Numb/Encore”…I couldn’t work up any inspiration for either one but….wrote about “The Summer Wind” because it just seemed to fit as Summer comes to one more close and someone, somewhere, has a broken heart.