Viking Girl Scribbles

I have never made excellent choices in life. Especially when it comes to men. Mostly I'd end up embarrassed and alone, which sucks big time. This time though I was quite sure I’d made a huge mistake. A ginormous one. Cole Belmont had swept me off my feet with his cocky grin and bad boy vibe. The scars covering his body ought to have been a warning sign, but my love-struck brain had put them down as edgy and sexy. I never questioned his disappearances, where he went when he vanished for days without calling or texting. He would come back, sometimes bruised and with a healing wound, other times he wouldn't have a scratch on him. I opened my door and my arms, legs, with a gentle smile and takeaway Chinese food. I told myself I loved him. We had gone to a club downtown, Horizon. It was one of those rare nights when he had asked me to tag along. Most of the time he’d go out and I’d stay at home, waiting for his booty call. “Wear something pretty and I'll pick y

The wind lifts strands of hair from my face. Sharp light has me closing my eyes again. What's that sound? A quiet humming, hushing, soothing. Images flicker across my mind.  Small island off the coast. Tall beach grass. Sun setting into the ocean. Sifting sand between my fingers. Crying, crying, crying.  I turn onto my side, my sleeping bag making a crinkling sound in protest. The rising sun is behind me. The beach stretching out in front of me. A lone seagull circles the beach, dips towards the sand, rises with the morning breeze.  Stumbling over a wet beach. Finding my way between mounds of shifting sand. To the highest point of the island. A small circle of grass, hiding me from view.  I eat my breakfast with my sleeping bag wrapped as a blanket around my shoulders. Morning light colours the water a pale blueish grey. There's a sandy crunch to my sandwiches. I don't mind. The seagull is watching me, willing me to share.  The old fisherman had shared his coffee