A sharp clear January morning, I was drawn to the sea to try to shake my dull grey matter awake again…
People in coats, hats, gloves and scarves strolled along the beach. I stripped down to my swimming costume, ran into the water, ran out, dressed, ran into the café, got a hot chocolate, got a rug and then gave myself five minutes to write 50 words about it…
A quick fumbling strip then a
Hop out across sharp shingle.
The sound of tiny waves and panting dogs is
Silenced as my head pierces the surface.
Only the cold screams my brain awake.
Emerging, tight skin stretched across frigid flesh
My resolve is as honed as a silver bullet.
