A full moon bore down on the sandy expanse, making the otherwise golden ground appear a monotonous grey. The waves crashed on the rocky shore, moonlight forming a thousand tiny crystals on the foamy surface. The sound was oddly relaxing. The cool sea breeze caressed her still trembling form and sent a chill down her spine. She closed her eyes and dug her feet deeper into the cold, soothing sand.
Her frayed nerves were on the road to recovery. She just hoped their’s would be too.
She didn’t know what had made her do it. When she saw the train enter the platform, everything that had troubled her in recent times came back with a vengeance. The papers she failed, the friends she lost, the teachers she disappointed, the parents she hurt, the man she couldn’t keep – she thought she had good reason to go away and leave everything behind.
But did she?
Running away like that may not have been the best decision, she admitted to herself. She’d been considering it for a long time but now that she’d really done the deed, every bone in her body shook like a lone leaf caught in a storm. She had hopped onto the train, not thinking of what she’d do when she reached her destination. As she had clung to the door, watching the platform recede in the distance, she had felt a great sense of accomplishment; she had felt happy. However, the feeling disappeared when she had to get her co-passenger arrested for trying to get into her bunk while she slept.
She didn’t know anyone well enough in this small coastal town to ask them for help, let alone tell them she’d run away and was absolutely helpless and all alone. She didn’t know where she’d stay; she couldn’t sleep in an abandoned boat she’d found on the beach forever. She didn’t have any money except a few thousand that were in her purse when she’d taken the plunge. She was cold and wet and afraid and all alone in a city she had erroneously thought she knew.
A gust brought in a bit of sand. She coughed and spluttered and suddenly burst into tears, regretting everything she’d done and wishing she hadn’t taken that ticket, that she hadn’t dared to take her comfortable life for granted.
The steady sound of her sobs descended into hiccups and finally, lulled her to a much needed sleep. Tomorrow would be a long and difficult day and she would need to have all her wits about her.
She slept peacefully and she slept soundly – never stirring, never waking, as the stars completed their night watch and the sun led the chariot of Dawn. The sunlight crept through the holes in the fabric onto her fair skin and lit up her hazel coloured hair, but she slept still. Tomorrow would be a new day and for her, a new start.