Salty Beach
In a moment.
Life is made up of moments. When love delivered. That win against losing. Moment by moment we built museums.
Though it’s been twelve years of hard growth. Of ebbs and flows. In the shallows of the Mediterranean Sea, for a moment, me and my wife see each other. Still kids in love.
While in the embrace of the sea, I can look the woman I love dead in the eyes, hold her hand even, and piss myself without batting a lash. It doesn’t change or effect the moment. Not the slightest. The sea just drinks it up.
However, Icarus flew too close to the Sun and, as it so happened, I shat myself. Life is made up of moments. When love delivered. That win against losing. Defecating in the Mediterranean. Moment by moment we built museums.
Written by: J. Gaasdal-Bech
I thought, it's only four paragraphs, how is he going to Quentin Tarantino this one? Simple defecation will do the trick, it seems.
You really have a gift for writing something tender and beautiful, then immediately dragging it into the bathroom by the ankles.
Respectfully disturbed. 😂