Set in the Sea

Two feisty females move to the seaside. At last, a life of fun with candy floss, penny arcades, fish 'n' chips, and ice-creams. Even the scary seagulls will not stop them. Pam and Martha are outwardly mature, but the rebellious teenager is close to the surface. Walking on the tightrope between sensible and sassy is a tricky balancing act. Pam is not ready to abdicate her title of Party Queen. Martha is carrying a weight on her shoulders which is agonizing. Pam shares a thought about their flight to the fresh air by the shore - 'We carry all our baggage with us, and they're even heavier than my rucksack.' Martha cannot resist: 'Nothing's heavier than your rucksack!' Walks along the coast revitalise and reawaken feelings buried long ago. The beach is filled with pebbles and framed by brightly coloured designs - 'Come on Maeve, let's go and look at the Beach Hutches!' says Pam. 'No, Aunty Pam, they are called Beach Huts.' 'I know,' said Pam, 'but it sounds more fun, don't you think?' The breeze blows away a few of the cobwebs but the tide times change. As the clocks go back the portrait of the sun set is mesmerising.

Q.T. Porta A fledging storyteller to a published author. My backstory has moved from the shore to the skyline. Creativity has risen and at times hits the sea wall. The joy of achieving a life-long aspiration shines brightly and the appreciation is as deep as the paddling pool - I'm scared of the ocean. I thank everyone who takes the time to the read the story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have had developing the characters. Book clubs are invited to discuss and review the story. Would be fascinating to listen to your comments. Thank you.