Sandyway Beach was a
little town with no more ambition than the frogs which sang it to sleep at
night. It hadn’t really changed that much in the two hundred years it had been
in existence but still it was a nice little place to be born, live and die in.
Visitors were few
and far between given that it was so far off of the beaten track; the ones who
did turn up tended to be lost or pretended that they were when they found
they’d driven all that way just to turn up there.
But if you could see
the beauty in the place and not ask too much out of life then it was a perfect
place to waste away your days.
Wars had been
declared and settled, rulers had come and gone, storms had kicked up a fuss and
died down again and all of them had never come close to The Beach.
Perhaps the universe
was saving up all the town’s triumphs and disasters for one throw of the dice
and perhaps that throw came in the shape of Clive Otterman.
Clive had once been
a strong, fit man who could take on anything and come good, but little by
little, bit by bit, life kicked the crap out of him until he held up his heart
in surrender and decided to see out his days just sitting by the sea. He felt
that life wouldn’t come looking for him under these circumstances; it would
pass over like the angels in the Bible and smite some other sucker.
I guess Clive had
always underestimated life, in the way that we all do, because fate doesn’t
always attack in big slashes and stabs - sometimes it kills by a thousand cuts
and life and fate weren’t done with Clive yet.
He’d lived long
enough to know that life sometimes worked in mysterious way, truly mysterious
ways – not Biblical, just those little surprises which sometimes happened at
the right time to the right people. That’s what occurred with Tommy Speak, who
was the man who lived on the beach and whom life had decided was ready for a
little miracle.
If one word was used
to describe Tommy it was ‘ordinary’ – in the way that all animals clinging to a
rock circling the Sun are ordinary. His school report called him a normal kid,
nothing outstanding. His Geography teacher had written ‘ordinary’ and left it
at that. Except what is ordinary today could have been considered exceptional
many years before. If an ordinary man had stood in the middle of the American
Civil War with a camera/phone he would have been considered anything but
ordinary. But look what you’ve made me do - I’m well off the story. So Tommy
was the most ordinary person you could ever meet.
Then Tommy met Clive
and the rest, as they say, is one huge, confusing mess.
I’m not telling you
here and now that Clive and Tommy were somehow called on by Heaven to do what
they did, I’m just trying to say that from where I was standing it very much looked
that way.
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