The Boy and the Beach

The boy was lost and he went to the beach on his own.

He walked along the beach and he was scared of everything: of himself, of the sand and the sun and sea. He walked with his head down.

As an even younger boy he came to the beach like this very often and did the same thing. He walked and he felt scared. But back then at least he felt he had time to fix himself.

Now he was 25 and nothing had changed. He was still scared and now he had given up all hope of things fixing themselves.

It was windy, and the sand stung his face. The boy knew how to deal with physical pain. But in life there are things far worse than physical pain.

The wind blew through the boy’s ears. He almost lost his balance. He felt like the wind could blow away what was left of his soul.

The boy walked up the beach and sat in the sand dunes. He sat there watching the people walk their dogs and drink their coffees. He watched the waves breaking over and over again. And he concluded that nothing ever changes and you either had to find relief in that fact or go crazy.

So the boy went crazy.



George Vincent is an aspiring young writer from Newcastle Upon Tyne. George writes poetry and prose inspired by day-to-day life in his hometown of North Shields.