‘For seven years, her face haunted me. Her eyes wide in terror as the wave snatched her away from my arms. She didn’t cry, just whimpered, like she knew. I never said a word to her. No “It’s going to be alright,” or anything. Because there was no time for goodbyes. One second she was there, her small hands clutched around my neck, the next second she wasn’t.
‘But now standing on this beach again; sunny, peaceful like no disaster – no tsunami – had ever happened, I think it’s a better place than most to lie and rest. ‘
Click on Friday Fictioneers to read other entries for this week’s prompt. It took me an instant to associate the picture with an idea but half a day to write it. And somehow, I still don’t feel like I’m doing it justice!
The horror that we saw on TV during that Christmas of 2004 is something that still weighs on me sometimes. Maybe that is why I connected this picture so quickly with that ‘event’ and with this, I think, I am willing into being my wish that all those families who were affected achieved some closure, some healing, somehow.