by Tiffin
© 1999 Tiffin, all rights reserved
Anna drove with the east wind blowing into her face. The miles of sandy beaches that she passed filled her weary bones with renewed energy. Children played in the edges of waves while anxious adults sat along shore. It was Saturday; Anna's Sabbath her only full day of rest.
Although she had not practiced her religion since leaving home at the tender age of 16 she still followed its one rule that had any meaning: resting and enjoying Saturday. Besides that most of her clients spent the weekends with their families leaving Anna alone in that old Victorian house in Savanna.
Anna's cream colored linen jacket offered little resistance to the cold air plunging through the cherry red '65 mustang convertible. But after leaving the cities traffic at 9am, snarling through car fumes that left her nauseous this wind felt cleansing.
Glancing once more at the bottle of wine Anna smiled. It was Kaila's favorite. Visions of sitting besides the cottage's fireplace, arms wrapped around Kaila, sipping from a shared glass while the full moon shone on their naked bodies delighted her even more. This vision was riveted into all concise thoughts. Anna's foot automatically pressed harder on the gas pedal.
Rounding the curve in the road a flock of seagulls sailed beyond the car heading towards the salty water. Tapping the brake Anna slowed and pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road. Fully stopped Anna put the car in park and walked over the sand out to the ocean's edge. Seagulls crying to one another informing each of the stranger's invasion during their feeding time. Swinging her arms Anna reverted to a child running through the mass of seagulls, laughing at their antics as they hopped and flapped their wings at her.