Feeling good
One lady had her rock. She arrived at about five and after a few minutes settling down to find a good position, she dozed off and fell asleep. One afternoon, there was also a boy and his grandfather with cool bags, rods and a sense of expectation and good will. There was never anyone around there, so they noticed the lady straight away, who that time was fully laid down on her side as if in her bed at home. Her feet were resting on a nearby rock, but this didn’t make her any less comfortable, and her arms linked under her head restored a certain femininity. She wasn’t really beautiful but the sharp grey of the rocks highlighted her figure.
Then the weather took a turn for the worse, the sea rose noisily and got rough. The waves crashed on the rocks and the crabs disappeared. The two fishermen, haphazardly picking up their things, shouted, saying “hey lady, move away”, but the lady didn’t answer because she was sleeping. She opened her eyes wide under a black sky only when the sea tore her from the rock, she let herself go hoping to survive and she did, after swimming endlessly, with the waves crashing into her face, unable to see.