Writing Prompt: Waves were high that day.

Running late, always am after a trip. Hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving. I think I ate more butter in the last week than I have during the rest of the year. Not complaining, just stating a fact. It was delicious actually. But on with the morning prompt. Timers at the ready and off we go…

I think this is an interesting start. Not sure to what but I like Andrea.

Monday, November 27^th: Waves were high that day.

Waves were high that day.  She knew he wouldn’t be able to resist them.  They would call him to the sea with a siren’s call she could not counter.  It had hooks in his soul long before she came around.  She accepted this and knew he would be gone when she woke, their morning plans forgotten as he gave in to his first love.  She could see the ocean from their bedroom.  It had been the feature that sold them on the house. 

She did not need to rise to see the waves, to know why his side of the bed was empty.

Andrea sighed.  She didn’t mind his surfing as a rule.  She knew others found it attractive and sexy.  She didn’t find it particularly so but knew it was part of him.  She loved him so she accepted it.  She also loved the sea, but in a different way.  She grew up with it’s presence as a constant backdrop in her life.  She lived many places but none of them had ever been out of sight of the sea.

Most of the places she lived had colder waters and rockier coasts with heavier shipping traffic.  There was no sugar sand, just jagged foot slicing shells and rocks.  She gathered food at the coast.  She thought of oysters, and other shellfish and running with a shrimp net in the surf with her Gran.  They would take the small gray shrimp back to her house and there make potted shrimp, the air redolent with the scent of melted butter and wild garlic. Her early memories were of water so cold that it was numbing.  Fingers and toes would be so cold that she often wouldn’t feel the small cuts she would get from the gathering, only feeling them with the sting of the sea water.

Although this was a different place, the water warm and the sands gentle it still called to her and she now enjoyed walking in the surf even if she did not gather.  At times she missed even the biting cold. She was used to it as a backdrop though, not something that called her out onto it’s back.  It was often a part of the day, but it rarely called her to abandon her day.

Until she married Ryan.

As she slipped out of the bed and stretched, Andrea began rearranging her day.  Clearly with the waves this high there would be no calling Ryan in until he was exhausted.  As she made her way to the kitchen, she looked out at the water again.  From here she could see the waves were higher than she thought from her bedroom window.  The sight of them sent a shiver of fear through her and she decided it would be best to go down to the sea herself. She felt the need grip her and she let the thought take her to the back door, abandoning all previous thought to follow the path to the sea.