Rain dance - Part One
Sitting alone at a roadside stall selling pork noodles, Imelda could not believe that it had been years since she went to the beach.
The howling winds and mists of spray from the rain had jogged her memory.
The beach was her place for solitude.
It fed Imelda's soul.
The times she ran freely on the beach, when she was not shackled by a mobile phone, the weekends when she was young, sexy and beautiful.
The wonderful moments of her young life in love with Ray.
How good it was to be young.
Being widowed now, those memories only brought heartache.
Suddenly, a hand touched her shoulder...
- To be continued
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