LJ Idol Week 8: First World Problem

[scriblesnbraile]

The light from the setting sun dances on the water. The younger children run screaming and laughing in and out of the waves. I sit on the sand, idly tracing patterns in it with the tips of my fingers and watching my younger sister out in the water with the other children. We’ve been here for five days, but I haven’t gone into the water yet. It’s

Comments

[the_vernacular]

Oh, this was so sweet and melancholy. You created a really nice mood in this piece.

[scriblesnbraile]

Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

[myrna_bird]

These people don't know what used to be here. To them, this is all there's ever been.

I totally get it. Beautifully told. Sad and brave.

[scriblesnbraile]

Thank you.

[solstice_singer]

This was excellent! So much beauty is killed off in the name of progress. You captured this well.

[scriblesnbraile]

Sadly, you're right. Every time I go back to a place and see how it's changed, even after only five or ten years, I can't help but think that it doesn't have to happen that way, that beauty doesn't have to be sacrificed in the name of progress.

And thank you. I'm glad you liked the entry.

[lawchicky]

So sad!

[scriblesnbraile]

It is.

Thanks for reading.

[jazmcrfan]

Wow. I know I have said this before, but you are a very talented writer. Feeling the emotion in this left me in tears and wanting more. Phew, girl!

[scriblesnbraile]

Awww, thank you.