'Forbidden after sun-set' the sign read, at the infamous 'black' beach.
The beach was once a cremation ground where villagers burnt their dead. Their ashes, over time, got mixed with the sand ~ thus, its colour.
I stood looking, it looked like any other beach - with tourists, vendors etc...but as evening approached, the guard whistled and chased everyone out.
I hid behind a shack, and waited, until it had gone quiet and dark. I wanted to see if the haunted rumours were true.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder.
Ghost?
No, it was the guard - he found me out.
You had me there for a moment. (Castelsarrasin)
ReplyDeleteI loved the notion of the black sand. I wonder why the beach is forbidden after dark.
ReplyDeleteAre there beaches like that? A scary thought.
ReplyDeleteYour character seems very brave to have done what they did.
I wish it had been a ghost. I wonder how they get along with their ashes all mixed together?
ReplyDeleteOh you got me! the hand was the guard was a good ending
ReplyDeleteNandini, great job of ratcheting up the tension -- and then relieving it.
ReplyDeleteYears ago I had someone bring me black sand back from their holiday- but I cannot remember where they went. Maybe here.
ReplyDeleteExcellent buildup, Nandini. I would have jumped out of my skin, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot @Everyone!
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