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| GRAINS OF SAND My mood is dark. I pull back the drapes to let in the light. Beyond lies a strip of ribboned sand. I watch as the tiny grains move under the light breeze. Tumbling on top of one and other they gradually work their way further North. I wonder if they know where they're going, or if they even care. For a while I dream about being as inconspicuous as one of those tiny grains of sand. No ties, well I suppose they don't have any ties. "Hi I'm Mr. Grain, this is Mrs Grain. Down here are all our little Grains." Suddenly I dissolve into helpless laughter and fall off the couch clutching my sides. My mood has lightened and I feel the need to go outside and clear my head. I put on my joggers and race along the beach. "Excuse me Mr Grain, Mrs Grain and all you little grains. I hope I'm not giving you too much of a headache. Oops there goes Granny. I guess she doesn't live here any more. Nope I think I just flicked her into the ocean." I am now laughing out loud. I wonder if people ever really know what goes on inside my head. Lengthening my stride I'm off again, running until all my pent up anger and resentment is exhausted. Returning home I remove my sneakers shaking off all the accumulated grains that are stuck to the soles. I sweep them outside. As I do I wonder how many new relationships I have just started. |
| Anni Wood © Copyright 2001 - Past tutor of Quality Writing Time |
| "For a while I dream about being as inconspicuous as one of those tiny grains of sand." |