Photo of the Seashore

Whenever the sea and the sky came together as one study in grey, and the sun was nothing more than a memory, Lily would walk out to the beach and see a man standing on the rocks. She’d never said hello or walked out to join him. Lily made a deal with herself that she’d talk to him if he ever turned around. He never turned around, not even when she’d see him as she went out for a run and came back an hour later. She never saw him in town or anywhere else except on the rocks when the skies were grey and the sea churned. He never turned around until today.