On a Pristine Beach
They’re sipping happiness from tins on this clean beach. And the sizzle of barbecue mixes with high-belly laughs. A nest of their rubbish glints like human crustacea on the gathering histories of sea creatures.
She watches two of them judo the way nude bears might hug, smell each other’s fear. Meanwhile, others wander off to face some rock-wall or tree-bark, and piss. To her, their beery urine seems derogatory.
The two women in their group step tall, gallant feet and bare breasts. Their buttocks represent brown symmetry, firmly round.
An acute sun tickles wave tips in a broad triangle, almost touching the beach. The heat fizzles. The left-over sausages grow cold.
She wraps arms around the space left by her own breast. She’d had it sliced away leaving a scar.
She silently urges them to pick up the beer cans. The sun keeps setting.
Written for dVerse prosery "slices and scars" hosted by Sarah. We had to include the line "She'd had it sliced away leaving a scar." from Michael Donaghy's poem called "Liverpool"
Out of the Cave 
Such powerful writing. Your scar seems to give you access into a detached viewpoint where the excesses and insolent behaviour of others comes across like a scar on the environment.
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Thank you! I am sobglad you picked up on that!
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Oh, I felt this. The outsider, moved on to a whole new world through her experience, longing to go back, longing for others to feel uncomplicated pleasure. Wow.
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thank you so much, Sarah!
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Impressive how you with just a few words set the scene and tone. It almost has a David Attenborough vibe describing a flock of young Homo Sapiens at the beach.
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ha ha ha. I love it. I must try reading it in a David Attenborough voice.
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This is so good! The beery slobs trashing the place, scarring the landscape, and it’s the woman with the scar who is whole.
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Thank you, Jane! 🙂
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*excellent* piece of prose here. first class. I hope you let your writing take you places.
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Thank you so much!! Your words mean a lot!
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You’re welcome, Susan. It’s a wonderful piece of writing.
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The ending came from left field! Very descriptive prose that engages you and draws you in.
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Thank you so much. Very pleased you Iiked it.
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I could picture this scene and feel it, too–the woman with the scar watching the young people who are so oblivious to the natural world around them, or to what could happen.
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Thank you! I”m so glad it resonated
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You’re welcome. It did.
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