Remembering how it used to be…

She stands on the hot, hard pavement, inhaling the ozone-laden breeze. Her eyes feast on the tempting glint of lapping waves breaking gently on the crescent of white sand, which circles the foot of the flat-topped mountain rising from the shining city by the sea.

Here in the city, where two oceans meet at the southern-most tip of the continent, she remembers all the summers when the whole world, it seemed, flocked to the beaches where they bathed and frolicked in the clear blue water.

The beaches are empty now.

An army truck rumbles past.

To keep it that way.


Image credit: Laurette van der Merwe

Written in response to two challenges:

Di of Pensitivity101‘s Three Things Challenge – CRESCENT, WORLD, BATHED

Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge‘s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt – OCEAN

80 thoughts on “Remembering how it used to be…

    • You’re quite right, Pat. I remember in our hard lockdown last year, a super-pod of dolphins was spotted in Hout Bay, just below Table Mountain. They would never normally come in so close.

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  1. This is beautiful and sad. Also sad that I didn’t realize the last three lines were a haiku until I read through the other comments. On a different note, I LOVE to see the confluence of rivers (the Mississippi and Ohio is one of my favorites), but the confluence of two oceans would be SO COOL!

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    • Thanks, Dyanne! If you read my response to Liz, you’ll know that the haiku was an unconscious one 🙂
      I imagine the Mississippi and Ohio confluence is like that of the Rhone and the Rhine in Europe: quite spectacular! Cape Point is rather more ferocious – it’s not called the Cape of Good Hope for nothing.

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