The house boat

The house boat. The weather was grey. The wind was blowing, and waves flowed over the flat sandy beach. A seagull took off and left a chewed crab on the ground. She looked after it, and then turned her gaze toward the grey sand. Normally she would have enjoyed the walk, but since the accident, she barely could come near the sea. But now she had to face it. She just wanted the walk to be over and done, but not too quickly. She knew that only the long walks at the beach, would calm down the memories, that hung like a thick gray haze around her. Not because she wanted to forget what had happened, but because it only was the long walks by the beach that could calm her down. She felt like it was easier for her, to accept the truth. No. Not accept. She shuddered slightly by the thought. It was easier for her to realize what had happened. Accept - would she never do. She had come to the last bridge. It was here she used to turn around and go back. A dark cloud was right above her, and it started to rain. The weather didn't mean that much to her any longer. Anyway she shot a final glance back over her right shoulder. Something caught her eye and made her stop. It looked like a dead bird and a lost towel in a canoe. She went over there to see what it was. It was a doll, lying on a towel as if it was a little child who was put to sleep. She took it in her hands. The movement made the blue tilt-eyes to slip up. Again was it blue eyes starring at her, but it wasn't the doll. It was him. The wonderful creature who had changed her life from the first time she saw him in the sailing club. They were 19 years old at that time, and she did not have many friends. She was shy and reluctant. He was perfect. It was love at first sight. She admired him secretly. Visited places he often were, wrote small letters to him, and hid behind a lifejacket when he was talking with his friends. One day he stood right in front of her, and she was speechless when she saw his pretty face so close. His friendly voice asking her what she was doing later, was repeated in her head. A single tear rolled down her cheek, while the memories overwhelmed her. He had been her first friend, the first person that listened to her thoughts and dreams. A faint smile came to her lips, as she thought back at the day he took her hand, and they agreed that it should be them forever. They bought a boat house, and moved in as quick as possible. All the days they had had together at the boat house had been pure happiness. They did everything together, they sailed together, went for walks along the beach. A boat house was the perfect place for them to live. It was a day in July. He just got home from work when she came running towards him and jumped up into his strong arms. The day was filled with joy when she showed him the little positive test, that was going to change their lives forever. She discovered that she squeezed the doll tightly to herself. Small hands and feet. As the little girl in their lives. She had been a bit larger than the doll, but much finer and much more special. Far more fantastic. How would she be like? Would she sail just as they did? Or would she take over the boat house, when they one day wasn't here anymore?