I woke up cold on an empty beach <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With four other people I hardly knew <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was wearing a brightly coloured swimsuit <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Why the fuck was I wearing a swimsuit <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hate all fucking swimsuits especially these <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Middle Aged I Have Given up on Life Ones <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the people with whom I had shared the night <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two guys and two girls all younger than me <\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a moment I thought they had all drowned <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that I was the sole survivor of a tragedy <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then the hairier of the two men farted <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Back to Life Back to Reality <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I hated that fucking song <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To my right there was a movie poster <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was quite weathered and tatty<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Val\u00e9rie sur la plage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The slight model-like blonde girl <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Smiled at me and then returned <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To her compelling dreams <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I looked at the film poster again <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It showed four people standing in shadow <\/p>\n\n\n\n
On a wide French beach <\/p>\n\n\n\n
A slight movie by Ann de Mal <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the story of four strangers <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who meet on a train a decide <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To go to an out of the world beach <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Some distance away <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where the two brothers <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Would release the ashes <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of a dear friend into the lonely sea <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had read the book which I liked <\/p>\n\n\n\n
As apart from the committal of the ashes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Very little happens <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They go to a bar and later sleep on the beach <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That is all <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The short story ends on a railway station <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Where each of the characters prepare to travel <\/p>\n\n\n\n
To their original destinations <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After exchanging names <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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