beachside access
@henryofcambridge
Hours had passed, though she wasn’t sure how many. Enough, that when she looked down at herself, all of the actual flowers on her dress had been woefully abused, looking quite sad from the careless treatment they’d received.
She’d come down to the beach for some fresh, cool air, and found it so enthralling, she’d taken off hers shoes and stockings. They sat, somewhere, along this stretch but as she wandered, she could not find them. Crushing a rose in her hand, Brygida held it up to the winds, hoping the petals would scatter romantically, but they did not go very far at all. Dropping the mangled flower, her chin lifted.
Oh!
“Hello! You! Yes! Have you seen my shoes?”












