A Season To Remember Preview – Sands of Time

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Sands of Time by Noelle Clark

Kitty faces her first Christmas without the love of her life. She looks back with fondness on the memories of Christmases past and, with the love and support of her grandson Joe, finds inner strength to face the future with anticipation. Kitty realises that, as she gets older, time passes so quickly. Although sad and happy memories flood through her on this special Christmas day, she chooses to embrace every moment of life.

Pigface on the dunes.

Pigface on the dunes.

Excerpt

They were nearing Kingfisher Island. Not a grain of the tract that joined the small sandy cay to the mainland was visible. A couple of small boats were moored along the deep channel on the southern side of the causeway, with people fishing from them. The boats bobbed up and down on the whitecaps, sometimes disappearing from view, then emerging again.

“Just over there, please, Joe. Near that clump of mangroves.”

Joe pulled on one oar, turning the bow of the boat towards where she pointed. Within a minute, she heard the sand scraping against the keel under the boat. Clamping her hand on the gunwale for support, she stood carefully and jumped over the side, landing in knee-deep water. Joe shipped the oars and joined her, the water not even reaching halfway to his knees. He grabbed the pointy prow and pulled the boat up onto the beach.

She gazed around her, the familiar sight of the few remaining stumpy mangrove trees, and the covering of pigface on the small dunes bringing a lump to her throat. The mauve star-shaped blossoms of the coastal succulent groundcover looked exactly as they had done for all these years. Nature’s legacy, constant and predictable, unlike humans, whose term on this planet was fleeting. For a moment she recalled the faint, salty perfume of the little dune succulents whose strong roots helped the sandy hillocks from washing away with each tide. When crushed, they emitted a soft waft of delicate scent. Not for the first time, she wondered why they’d been given the hideous name of pigface.

Joe’s outstretched hand appeared before her eyes, inviting her to take it. She refocused her vision, reached out, grasped it, and took a few steps through the water and up towards the sandy beach. Joe tugged gently on her hand, helping her to stand upright in the choppy waters which made the little boat bob roughly. A cascade of spray caught them both in the face as it slapped against the side of the wooden boat with a thud. They laughed in unison, blinking at each other through salt-filled eyes.

“Gotcha, Nan.” Joe’s smile, always so generous, beamed at her. She smiled back, raised her arm, and wiped her face with the sleeve of her blouse.

He held on to her hand until she reached the dry beach, then he stretched into the prow of the dinghy and pulled out an anchor attached to a sturdy rope, walked further up the beach, and buried it firmly into the sand. When it was secured, Joe turned and retrieved the picnic basket and the rest of the things they needed for their visit to the island, and deposited them where the low dunes met the beach. She walked to the picnic basket, leaned over and opened it, took out an old blue blanket, and spread it down on the sparse tufts of grass. Ignoring her sand-encrusted feet, she stepped onto the blanket, sank back on her elbows and gazed dreamily up at the cobalt sky.

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  • Susanne Bellamy

    What an evocative scene. Lovely!

    • Noelle Clark

      Thanks Susanne. Elizabeth’s words are so eloquent. Wonderful.

  • Noelle Clark

    Elizabeth, your way with words sometimes overwhelms me. Thank you so much for this lovely introduction to my little story. It brought tears to my eyes. This project, the anthology, has been one of the most enjoyable collaborations I’ve ever been part of. Thank you to all of you, especially to Duncan, who has worked tirelessly in the background doing our formatting, editing, cover art…everything. xxx Oh, and that photo of the pig face in the dunes…gorgeous.

  • EE Carter

    You took the words right out of my mouth Noelle, I am so honoured to be working with you, Eva and Susanne.

    This has been a wonderful experience, not least of which is making three good friends. xxx

  • Shehanne Moore

    One word…Lovely. Two more. Cant’ wait.

    • Noelle Clark

      Thank you, Shey. xx Not long now.

  • EE Carter

    Thank you Shehanne, this has been such a precious project with these amazing, amazing women. 🙂

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