Beach sunset (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Seagulls cry. The wind tugs at my hair. My skin grows sticky with salt as I stare out towards the horizon where the sun is bleeding into the sea. The smell of seaweed is much too strong and I tell myself that the smell is the reason for my blurry vision.
A chock goes up through my thighs as I fall to my knees. I bury my fingers into the sand and the small grains work their way up under my nails. A sob forces its way through my clenched teeth. I can taste the slime at the back of my throat as the snot runs from my nose.
A Bolg? 