Colours - White

[Every woman has a story. Every story has a colour. This is just one of them.

This is a work of fiction. The characters and situations are purely imaginary, and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental and unintended.]

I stand on the sandy beach. Wind hitting my face; pulling back my hair, my white muslin skirt. Inhaling the salt in the air. Watching the waves roll up to caress my bare toes.

Is it a Moment? An Eternity?
I do not know. When I here, I am just me.
The woman in White. No past. No present. No future.

I watch the sea. Ever-moving, yet strangely permanent. Each wave distinct, yet collectively all the same.

Here I am. Just communing with Nature. Feeling insignificant in comparison to the Universe, and immense as an intrinsic part of all Creation.


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Drabble(n) - an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.