— blue moon
@gongyoost
Once a month Bina would take the bus on an hour trip out to the nearest beach with a thick sweater wrapped around her and the petals of a white rose, her mother’s favorite. On the ride there she would remember the trips back in the united states where her family would walk along the shoreline, collect sand dollars and watch the sunset into the edge of the ocean. Even after their death she made sure to keep up the tradition even if it meant going alone.
The sand between her black painted toes felt like clouds as she walked along the waves, listening to their movements back and forth. As much as she loved living in the city Bina couldn’t help but be tempted to leave one day but then there was no one to watch her shop or even tell anyone.
She was alone on the white beach when her eyes gazed around, a few seagulls picking at the crabs borrowed under the sand. Looking toward the horizon her ears caught a strange noise, starling her toward the direction. It was a surprise to see a man where a flock of seagulls were just there but flew away standing there. She heard a faint huff as she walked closer to the male and he the same, eventually meeting paths and exchanging a small greeting. But when Bina began to speak it was not simple hello, “So, how about we dance under this wonderful light.” A hand held up to the man and her grim soft. Celebrating a family tradition did not mean being alone, even with a complete stranger. It was such a random occurrence that her actions would be seen as ordinary but that’ how she lived and wanted to share it with the handsome man before her.