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Salt in the air
A short story
Her POV:
Macey stared out at the ocean in front of her. The vast water body held so many stories — history, adventures, heartbreaks, beginnings. None of the waves were ever the same, and neither were the people who passed through this little beach town she came to a few days back.
Solo traveling. Writing at a beachside cafe. Strangers around. Salty air. Windy weather. Blasting sun. Beautiful day. Nope, not a movie, but it’s her life right now. She lets out her emotions via her words and turns her heart into pages of a book. But there’s always something missing. She tried to escape life but life won’t let her and so a quiet town with easy-going people is where she was hiding — from herself, from the world.
A strong smell of grilled fish pulled her out of her thoughts. Who eats a grilled fish at 9.37 in the morning? ‘Ah beach towns!’ she murmured and immediately felt bad about judging the unknown customer who ordered the fish. Her eyes tried to pinpoint the customer and while looking right, she saw a tall man at the counter, grabbing a cup, scanning the patio for a spot. Why does he look like he hadn’t smiled since 2015, thought Macey. She silently hoped the universe would not make him pick her table. But with three empty chairs at hers and nowhere else open, she knew she was screwed.
