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So some nights I choose to go and swim down at a little bay from us.
It's good because it's very isolated-to get there you have to go along a path,down the cliff,through a little tunnel and out the bottom,but you have a super view of the lights of the bay.
I prefer to swim at night not only because it's cooler,but because I prefer to swim in a one piece and that may get some funny looks during the day.Also with the beach to myself,ideas for poems and songs and things seem to pop up. There are no houses around-the nearest place is on the other side of the railway line and across the main road.So I can happily take along a small trumpet I acquired and have a few blows without disturbing anyone.
The other night I was happily swimming back to shore composing the next bit of my melody when I notice someone else down on the beach..just a shadow,but he looked rather upset,pacing about and agitated.
I came back and tucked my trumpet away(in case that had been upsetting him) and stuck on a jumper over my swimsuit(in case that had been upsetting him).
In the next minute,a couple of police cars arrive with lights blaring,and officers run down to this guy. Next thing-whoosh!He's on fire.
I race over to join them and we manage to put him on the sand,put a blanket over him and get him put out.A couple of officers bandage him up and put him in the ambulance that has also arrived(*he's recovering in hospital-apparently he has mental health issues and rang the police to inform them of his plans),and they clear off
Then they notice-that figure over there is a witness-bring him over. And they look up and realize that in their torchlight-at 12.30 in the morning on an isolated beach is their witness-clad in a female swimsuit and snorkel mask,with a writing pad and a miniature trumpet
It's good because it's very isolated-to get there you have to go along a path,down the cliff,through a little tunnel and out the bottom,but you have a super view of the lights of the bay.
I prefer to swim at night not only because it's cooler,but because I prefer to swim in a one piece and that may get some funny looks during the day.Also with the beach to myself,ideas for poems and songs and things seem to pop up. There are no houses around-the nearest place is on the other side of the railway line and across the main road.So I can happily take along a small trumpet I acquired and have a few blows without disturbing anyone.
The other night I was happily swimming back to shore composing the next bit of my melody when I notice someone else down on the beach..just a shadow,but he looked rather upset,pacing about and agitated.
I came back and tucked my trumpet away(in case that had been upsetting him) and stuck on a jumper over my swimsuit(in case that had been upsetting him).
In the next minute,a couple of police cars arrive with lights blaring,and officers run down to this guy. Next thing-whoosh!He's on fire.
I race over to join them and we manage to put him on the sand,put a blanket over him and get him put out.A couple of officers bandage him up and put him in the ambulance that has also arrived(*he's recovering in hospital-apparently he has mental health issues and rang the police to inform them of his plans),and they clear off
Then they notice-that figure over there is a witness-bring him over. And they look up and realize that in their torchlight-at 12.30 in the morning on an isolated beach is their witness-clad in a female swimsuit and snorkel mask,with a writing pad and a miniature trumpet
I AM the evil bastard!
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