Just Like Them (Flash Fiction 55)
Chin upon blue jeans; lost thought tides. Wind rushing, surf drone, the very earth sighs smashing when calm recedes into unsettling…. Life, salt smell, ocean in her hair. Reflecting moist eyes saying “see you” —to not live through that again… As two lovers stroll holding shoes and hands; just like them he hopes to stand.
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