Upon The Beach, As The Sun Dies Slowly Down
The horizon showed orange upon orange, upon yellow, then white, as it travelled up from peninsula to hill, to sky, to clouds and then sun.
Up further, more and more colours and shades, until it was no longer horizon but sky, and it was infinite, unknowable.
There was warmth in the air, and the faint taste of salt that it left on her lips was not unpleasant. Memories of tequila, and other sunsets.
The slightest breeze to pass over sunned skin, to cool as it went.
The fading light, kind to the eyes.
The rolling cries of gulls echoed, and the calming hush of waves rippled into the sands.
The worst day, the worst time, for him to confess what he’d done.
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Andrew Cheverton is currently the writer of the western comic West (drawn by Tim Keable) and the science fiction comic The End (drawn by FH Navarro), and the writer - and soon-to-be illustrator - of horror comic The Whale House. Thank you for reading.
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