Sea Of Lost Love - description

To be published April 2008

Monty watched his daughter from the boat. Her slim, elegant shape reminded him of Pamela when she was young. They stood in the same way: thrusting their weight onto one leg, hand confidently placed on the waist, thus emphasising the feminine curve of the hip to its best advantage. They were very much alike, although Celestria wasn’t so hard. She was soft, like clay ready to be moulded, and the hand that styled her would decide her final texture. It wouldn’t be his hand. It never had been. He had spent too much time abroad, trying to keep all the balls in the air, trying to be everything to everyone, spreading himself so thinly that sometimes, in the silence of his dreams he was no longer sure who he really was. But now wasn’t the time to indulge in sentiment. He had three excited boys in his boat and a sea full of fish and crabs to catch. He watched until Celestria had blended into the sand and for a moment his heart, once so carefully contained, swelled with regret. But things were now out of his control. He was no longer a free man. It was time to reap what he had sowed. His gaze fell onto the water, momentarily hypnotised by the murky green depths below him.