By the Sea.
Fredrick was ecstatic, he had purchased a small café, with his divorce settlement and could realise his dream. Two weeks on the dream was becoming a nightmare as no one, except a passing tourist came into his café.
He had heard that the dark, foreboding Mayor of the village did not like Englishmen, and Fredrick came from Sussex. As the Mayor owned most of the businesses in the village, no one wanted to upset him, and so the citizens did as he dictated.
To Fredrick, the fact that he could stand and watch the sea, gave him great comfort from his worries, and it was as he was standing watching the waves curl their way up shore, he spotted a small arm frantically waving out at sea. Another arm lashed out at the now cruel waves and a small head was seen bobbing between the desperate movements.
No one noticed except Fredrick, who was seen hurtling himself across the beach into the sea. He swam fast, as fast as he possibly could, battling against the current, determined to reach the little one before it was too late.
He grasped one of the frail arms, scooped up the small, quivering head, and breathed life back into her.
People cheered as he brought Francoise safely back to the beach, and her parents were beside themselves when they realised how close they had been to losing their little girl.
He laid her down on the safe, warm sand. She sighed, and smiled her thanks.
Fredrick became a hero that day, and everyone wanted to be in his café. But, it was too late, each time he looked at the sea he could see the little one almost drowning. He would sell up, buy another café…but this one would not be by the sea.
Heather G Davies
Story : 300 words.
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