The Shoreline of Malibu – The Sea of Love 

The view from the shore gives me a dynamic perspective of things to come.  That dream that wakes me up in the middle of the night covered in sweat.  The one where I am laying on the warm wet sand, the water lapping at my feet.  I proceed to get up and step towards the open sea, but I hesitate, overwhelmed by the deep unknown in front of me.  

The ocean calls my name, that whisper from within inviting me to walk upon the water.  I scream at the sea, “How can I do the impossible.  Why me?  I’ve lost my faith in the unseen.  I’m comfortable in my safe place, my comfort zone on my own private shore.  Leave me be.

I’m not ready to leave my home; the Cliffs of Malibu I’ve come to love since my escape from Raleigh, North Carolina.  

Claire worked the streets by night off Sunset Blvd.  ‘The City of Angels,’ Paradise Lost at the Dashboard Light under the Hollywood sign.  The prospect of a new life.  That teenage dream.  Roaring as a tiger on the prowl of the local party scene.  

Even though she was now a California girl to the tune of Katy Perry, she was still a Carolina girl deep down inside; daisy dukes, high heel leather boots, and a tight fitting tank top accentuating her curves.  She was diligent about working out every single morning at the local Planet Fitness gym and a Jamba Juice smoothie to rejuvenate her energy. 

(To be continued)

Mark Adam Publishing 2017

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