Beach Romance Tale

Two young, red hair ladies, were talking in a sunny afternoon at the beach, about first love and marriage. Salty residues linger on her long wavy hairs. Samantha, the blue dressed girl, was recently engaged with her fiancé Steven. Grace, the red dressed girl with a scarlet parasol, would be the bridesmaid. The wedding will be celebrated in four months. The white dressed girl, in the background, was Chloe. She was Grace's sister, who was admiring the azure beach. Air was imbued with the illusion of romanticism. Samantha was deeply in love with her fiance. She wore with pride the diamond engagement ring she received from Steven as a promise of true love. Beach was a haven for the three young ladies. They visited the place every weekend since they were little girls. A sincere friendship would be felt between the friends. Walking in the beach made me remember the romance novels that end with a happy ending. The young ladies shared with me their anecdotes, so they were painted in a canvas by a famous painter and written as a novel by a famous writer. Five months later, I returned to the beach, and found the young ladies talking about Samantha wedding. For Red Parasol by Alfred Glendening Poetry Contest Sponsored by Eve Roper Second Place 6-21-2016