Colourful: At the beach

Joint story written by the participants during the Colourful Writing workshop in October 2019 at Luckan.

See also texts in Swedish.

Today I went to the beach. The sun was shining. The sea was blue and the sky was was clear. On the beach I saw a strange shape.

At first I became very scared, but then I decided to go closer. I walked on the sand towards the shape. Suddenly I fell down and hit my head on a stone.

Had anyone seen me? Would anybody come and find me? Was this the end of me? Luckily the beach guard found me a couple of minutes later. We looked at each other and I remembered the strange shape. I must find it.

Clumsily I got up and smiled at the guard apologetically. He was a man with a kind face, blue eyes and some grey in his beard and hair. He helped me to get up with a concerned look on his face.

I tried to reassure him that I was fine, but my head was pounding. He offered to take me to the guards’ cabin and to give me some hot sweet tea.

The strange shape appeared at the door. It was a black dog, which had been lying down with its back towards me. The guard knew the dog. It often strayed to the beach.

There is usually an explanation to odd things you imagine.