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Dont Touch My Beach

by Ireth

There was once this girl.

She liked to spend her time on a beach. A long, white, deserted one.

Sometimes other people came there. People, who trampled the ground, threw stuff into the Sea. It hurt the girl, so she decided to put a fence all around the beach.

The fence was with a gate though, and the fence was transparent, because the girl didn't want to take away from people the view of the Sea, she just didn't want them to spoil it.

And once there were so many people outside, asking her to let them in, she thought it would be pretty exciting not to be alone here, so she let them in.

It was fun at first. They did all the things she liked to do together.

And then, there was this one guy. Once she let him come up so close to her he managed to hit her on the face so that she fell over.

Screaming, she chased him from the beach and shut the gate behind him, wishing to hit him back, even though it was her own fault she let him come so close. Then she bathed her face in the Sea water and it healed. Afterwards, she lived a bit with her friends, but even they couldn't refrain from throwing small things into the Sea, so she politely asked them to leave. Of course most still visited her sometimes and she liked their visits, but she still prefered to be alone.

Once, another guy came up to the gate and knocked on it gently. She didn't want to open it, but the guy came each day and knocked so gently and cautiously, and he looked so nice and kind she decided to let him in.

They sat on the beach for a while, looking at the Sea, and then she told him that she liked him very much, only that he mustn't touch her when she was sitting on the beach. He nodded and never disturbed her solitude again, even though she spent the rest of her time with him.

Once, about 5 years later, she came to the beach with a little girl, her daughter. The girl played and bathed in the Sea and her Mother was happy that she finally found someone who loved the Sea as much as she did.

And then one day, the girl, now an old woman, found a little boat waiting for her in the water. She climbed into the boat and as soon as she pushed away from the Shore, she disappeared. Her daughter disappeared the same way, some years later.

The beach was deserted for some time. And then at last, finally, one magical morning, a little boy came there through a hole in the fence. He liked it there so much, he ran and told his older friend, the author of this book.

As the author crossed the beach, she suddenly saw footprints on the sand - those weren't hers and they weren't the boys'.

And that's when she thought: whose footprints are these?

Those people deserve a story.

And so she wrote their story down.

The End

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