I’m challenging you to use all five senses to describe this scene as part of this month’s theme of writing with the senses. Here’s my inspiration from a similar photo I posted a few years ago.
The ocean breeze blew my hair across my sunglasses as I sat at the table on the porch of the beach restaurant. The fragrance of grilling shrimp and garlic stoked my hunger after a morning of swimming.
“Glad you made it, Hailey,” said my younger sister Emma, flipping back her long, chocolate brown hair. “You swam so much this morning, I didn’t think you’d have the energy to climb up the steps to get here.” Her piping soprano didn’t blend well with the soothing murmur of surf and wind.
Our older brother Brandon dropped his linemen bulk into the seat at the head of the table. “Eat fast. We need to catch the ferry to Bear Island at one-thirty.”
I sipped from the glass of ice water. Then I gulped. I was thirstier than I thought, the water carrying away sea salt from my lips.
“What if we skip Bear Island?” Our cousin Logan sauntered out of the dark interior of the restaurant.
Shielding my eyes from the sun’s glare, I looked up to him where he leaned against a post.
“What’re you doing up?” Brandon placed his glass on the table. “It’s not noon.”
“I wanted to ask all of you if you want to go some place else this afternoon.”
“Where?” asked Emma, pulling at the purple T-shirt covering her swimsuit.
Logan didn’t answer. With his sunglasses on, it was hard to guess where or who he was looking at.
Then he said, his subdued voice slipping into between the rattle of dishes and bursts of laughter behind us, “How about Rook’s Cove?”
My brother and sister went rigid as chill skittered up my spine that had nothing to do with the sudden gust blowing in from the sea.
For more prompts about to exercise your descriptive muscles, click here.
How does the photo inspire you to use all five senses to describe this scene?
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