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Part 1; The Choice
The clouds were still. The water was a blue-green mirror. The sun was slowly descending to the western horizon. The waves calmly lapped up onto a deserted San Clemente beach. It was a beautiful afternoon. Tim stood on the cliffs above the beach, watching the waves and listening to the calling of the seagulls. It was a song that would entrance anyone until they found themselves unable to move at the bottoms of the cliffs.
Suddenly, Tim heard a car door shut behind him. Tim was not sure who it was, but all was good on that Sunday afternoon. As the footsteps approached, he slowly began to recognize the long heavy strides. It was Michael, Tim’s best friend throughout high school. Both of them stood there on the edge of the cliff, as if perched on the edge of doom.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Michael quietly. “It calms boiled blood to be here.” Tim glanced over at Michael for a moment, then turned back to face the ocean. “Yeah, I know what you mean,” replied Tim. Michael had been a star running back on the varsity football team, and he was also a member of the National Honor Society. Could 12 years in another state change someone so much?
“The soft sounds are nothing like the streets of Philadelphia. In Philadelphia, it is always loud. Here, it is always peaceful.”
“Yeah, it is great to have you back. Where are you staying?” asked Tim.
“I actually bought a place up in the hills. My house is actually on the top of the tallest hill. I can see everything.”
“That’s great, well I’m glad your back home.”
“Well, I’m just glad to be out of Philadelphia.” responded Michael nervously.
“Well, um… right. I guess I’ll be seeing you later.”
Tim quietly left Michael on the cliffs, alone. As Tim got in his car, he heard the song of the seagulls and he also heard Michael singing back to the seagulls.
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