Summer End

Tired parents and their children pack their things cramming buckets,balls and spades into the car heading back home with souvenirs they bring some postcards and a starfish in a jar. On cue the tide comes in, with gulls in tow erasing traces of the summer fun with every wave sandcastles slowly go, shadows diminish with the setting sun . In silence, thoughts turn to the months ahead, new school or back again to daily grind the rush to dress the kids and get them fed, all thoughts of that long summer left behind. Ship's bell swings in the wind beside the pier across deserted beach, sounds the all clear. 29th August 2016