A Short Space of Time
The sea crashed against the shoreline, angry clouds whipping the horizon like a slave driver. He scrunched up his face as the sea spray smattered him with its frothy encore. Understanding what had happened was a slow process. His mind felt like a squelching mass of seaweed; waterlogged and tangled up.
His eyes edged anxiously to the fervent froth before skittering away again. He couldn’t look up and see it. It was safer to observe the sodden sands. It was too much for him to handle.
These things didn’t happen except in story books.
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I’ve been quite busy over the past few days, hence the lack of posting. Those of you in England may have guessed why, but those of you who are not may be unaware that we were in the throes of a National Holiday. Every year, on the fifth of November we celebrate the death of some poor bloke who hated his government and was trying to blow up King James.
The day is about the death of Guido Fawkes who banded a group together and plotted to blow up the Houses of Parliament, which is where our government hangs out (and the king too in those days). He didn’t have a very pleasant death. They dragged him from the Tower of London to the Old Palace Yard at Westminster (opposite the Houses of Parliament) where his co-conspirators were first put through the traditional methods of killing traitors to the crown.
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Exactly a year ago today is the day that I had my heart broken. It would be nice if I couldn’t remember the date, but I do. It was the day after a foam party at a local club and I know for a fact that that was on the nineteenth. I guess that’s why I’ve been putting off writing in here. I don’t really have much to say about it. I’ve been keeping myself busy, ignoring the fact that I knew the date was coming, but it still makes you feel odd when it hits you.
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