Sand

Sand

I lie on the sand with my eyes close, listening to the waves swishing in and out, tickling my feet.

...6...5...4....

I count down the numbers inside my head, sparking images of her face.

...3...2...1...

I realise that no matter how long I wait, no one will come for us.

...0....

Her feet are carried away by the waves, but I lie on the sand stranded. 

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