READ NOTES + CREDITS BEFORE READING STORY (also you dont have to watch the show to understand this) okay continue Eight years old (1977) “Why didn’t you tell him to bring his goggles?” “I put it on the packing list, he must’ve just not seen it!” “Don’t blame it on him, he’s a kid!” “So we’re blaming me instead?” “Yes, Laura, he’s eight!” “He can read, Jed. Can’t you, Alec?” Laura asked. There was no reply from her son Alec was long gone out the door. The sun was just beginning to come up, and golden yellow light filtered through the puffy clouds as he walked down the steep winding path from their tiny rented holiday cottage towards the sand. The cottage was pale, peeling blue with white trim and leaky taps. It was just a five minute walk from downtown and the beach. Alec had been here before, when he was five. His parents hadn’t argued so much, then. They had been supposed to walk down to the beach together, without yelling, but his parents had managed to get into an argument even before Alec had even finished his toast. It was alright. He’d taken a sandwich from the fridge before he’d left and buried it in his backpack beneath the book and hoodie he’d taken as well. He’d also stolen some money for the chippy he knew was by the docks, although he seriously doubted whether his mouth would be ready to produce sound by the time he got hungry. Alec reached the sand and took off his sandals. Sandals, despite having the word ‘sand’ in them, he decided, were not meant to actually touch sand. The tide had come in quite far overnight—he could see the darkened ground closer to the cliffs than it had been when he’d snuck out last night to explore. He didn’t sleep much, anyways, and his parents never noticed he was gone. The sand was beginning to warm up, and it sank beneath his feet as he made his way up to the waves. They were calm, but he doubted it’d stay that way. The wind was starting to wake up. “Alec,” his mother called, and he turned to see her walking towards him. She looked very tired, he decided. “Your dad’s gone off. Would you like to finish your toast?” —
this is based off of broadchurch. we get barely any info or background on the protagonist (alec) and his childhood except that A. hes been to broadchurch before, a couple times, on holiday, B. his mom passed away and they stopped coming, and C. his parents argued a LOT. please all you britlanders, please please britpick this for me. if i used a word wrong, or used an american word, tell me and i’ll fix it :)) thanks!! also below: how is this? give me feedback!!!!! i might write more if people like it.
