The mind has mountains

i wrote the beginning ages ago, and then added to it in creative writing lessons this term story about a teenager called Laura and about what she finds on a beach basically

She tiptoed, as if on shattered glass, across the smashed mussel shells, towards the dark expanse of the ocean. The froth of the waves kissed the ankles of the surfers; then crashed with a thundering roar. Laura readjusted her school skirt, rolled up in rebellion, and flicked her hair into the wind. The breeze drew in the sea air; it was bitter and salty, with a tang of vinegar.


Laura turned her piercingly blue eyes, lined with black, towards a motion under the sand. At first, she thought it was a crab, but the vibrations were too systematic for nature. She reached down and clasped the unidentified object with her wind swept hands and as the sand blew away with a gust of air, the object revealed itself. What lay in her hands was no creature, nor an object of alarm, but a mobile phone.


“1 new message”, the screen flashed angrily at her, “3 missed calls”. Her dainty fingers laboriously unlocked the phone, and with a single glance over her shoulder, she read the message:

                        “Hey baby, I miss you. When can you get away? I have to see you tonight. Come round mine? xxx”


“Weird” mused Laura, “how could you not realise you had lost your phone?”

The End

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