if/sketches/tow.tw

:: StoryTitle
tow

::StoryAuthor
@modgethanc

:: Start

!tow

//[[march 2012|one]]//

:: one

When I close my eyes, 
it's winter again on the [[beach,|two]]

:: two

and the dark grey waves are [[calling us home.|three]]

:: three

The sand is whipping through the air, 
getting into my [[eyes.|four]]

:: four

There was one brave [[child|four2]]

:: four2

trying to sculpt [[a wall|five]] 

:: five

to surround the body of a dead [[sea bird,|six]] 

:: six

but the wind kept toppling his [[piles|six2]]

:: six2 

onto the scattered [[feathers|six3]]

:: six3

so he left in [[frustration.|seven]]

:: seven

Now, there is no one on the beach 
[[except us,|eight]] 

:: eight

and you are standing ankle-deep and naked in the writhing [[surf.|nine]]

:: nine

"The undertow is sucking at my feet," you say, 
windmilling your arms to keep [[upright.|ten]]

:: ten

"Here goes nothing," you [[say,|eleven]] 

:: eleven

and you [[drop.|twelve]]

:: twelve

[[~|twelve2]]

:: twelve2

When I open my eyes, you are no longer 
naked and in front of [[me,|thirteen]]

:: thirteen

and winter has [[melted away.|fourteen]]

:: fourteen

There is still sand in my [[shoes|fifteen]]

:: fifteen

and the wind still carries your breath across [[the water.|sixteen]]

:: sixteen

[[...|end]]

:: end

//@modgethanc//

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