Right? It's like getting sand out of your bed. There's always a grain left behind somewhere. Sarina, thank you for reading it. I've heard the movie/cinematic thing from a handful of readers recently and it honestly blows my mind every time someone mentions it.
The smell of salt and him were never separate, it was something entirely new. The scent of a boy born from the ocean, masquerading as a man. It was intoxicating and put me under a spell. Still years later I can’t forget that scent, nor him. I wish I could. Thank you for writing this magical piece.
Such an Aussie gal collective experience… An ode to surfer boy flames and the hours you spend waiting around on the beach for them and the inescapable salt and sand that gets fucking everywhere and makes you half forgive them for the sweat that sticks the back of your thighs to their car seats whilst you make out cos your cutoff denim shorts hike up and there’s never enough shade to park the car in.
This gave me chills. You captured such an incredibly specific feeling in so few words. I can taste the salt, smell the summer scorch, feel the pain of sunburn. What a beautiful piece of microfiction.
My heart was gripped here, with the familiar pain of a surfer ex and yes, so much fucking salt.
Your words were a moving movie scene, thank you for your art 💚
Right? It's like getting sand out of your bed. There's always a grain left behind somewhere. Sarina, thank you for reading it. I've heard the movie/cinematic thing from a handful of readers recently and it honestly blows my mind every time someone mentions it.
That’s wonderful! Yes you have a divine gift for this evocative expression
Surfer ex’s are the fucking worst. I was with you there in that moment. 💛
And I agree with the others, so cinematic
beautiful <3
Thank you, Teri x
Wonderful writing. The pain of it took me back to my years in the Canary islands. but the poetry of it took me back to:
mientras que tú sales del mar, desnuda,
y regresas al mundo llena de sal y sol
(Pablo Neruda)
https://www.poeticous.com/neruda/soneto-xix?locale=es
" while, you come out of the sea, naked,
And return to the world full of salt and sand."
Felt like in a movie scene. Your writing is exceptional and I hope you continue doing your art.
Beautifully evocative. Not had a surfer ex but it still resonated
Love everything you write 💘
The smell of salt and him were never separate, it was something entirely new. The scent of a boy born from the ocean, masquerading as a man. It was intoxicating and put me under a spell. Still years later I can’t forget that scent, nor him. I wish I could. Thank you for writing this magical piece.
Such an Aussie gal collective experience… An ode to surfer boy flames and the hours you spend waiting around on the beach for them and the inescapable salt and sand that gets fucking everywhere and makes you half forgive them for the sweat that sticks the back of your thighs to their car seats whilst you make out cos your cutoff denim shorts hike up and there’s never enough shade to park the car in.
Love, as always.
This gave me chills. You captured such an incredibly specific feeling in so few words. I can taste the salt, smell the summer scorch, feel the pain of sunburn. What a beautiful piece of microfiction.