Short Story On The Beach

A trickle of fear had her lying motionless with her eyes closed, straining to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the pressure of a body by her side made her acutely aware that she wasn’t alone.

She'd reacted as hoped, and when her second hand lay over his, he felt the compassion and sympathy in that touch. "Thank you, Mirella." He'd whispered, with lips trembling, before he managed to shake off the memories of his lost beloved, and continued. Pickett's gaze didn't leave the young woman's for a second, and neither did his brain stop ticking. The man was curious to see her reaction to his revelation, expecting it to be dramatic, and he wasn't in the least

“Danny,” he began, opening his eyes as he internalized the exact tenor of her voice. They had been friends for too long for him not to notice when there was something drowning inside of her. Her head was turned away from him, as if she found the view to her right particularly

She sat for a moment, stared silently toward the driftwood clutched in her right hand. It was not a piece of a tree, but finished wood, nor old, nor deteriorated. Her eyes surveyed the beach reality struck her straight in the face. The pieces of wood that littered the beach, the one in her hand were from a shipwreck.

There were no words. She couldn't explain, she couldn't feel, she could just see. It was beautiful.

She threw her arms arm his neck, he stood unmoving for a second then warmed to her and patted her back.

I must have winced, because she let my hands go and sat beside me. She pulled her blue hood down, exposing her now tousled hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to my lips, silencing me. She slid her arm in between the cushions of the sofa and my back, and let her forearm hang loosely over my shoulder.

Without any hesitation my thumb had hit the tiny blue send arrow box. I gently moved my phone to my bedside table and laid my head down against the hard pillow. My eyes had shut

“Y-yes,” she stuttered her answer through the intense pleasure she was receiving from whatever it was that was making contact with her and leaving such an imprint on her skin.

She smashed her lips against his, making sure he was mesmerized by her single touch. She let the guy go, and he was completely dazed-- so dazed, tiny hearts could have flown around his head like a love sick puppy. This amused her, seeing the effect she had on guys. She patted his shoulder as she snickered under her breath.

Their laughter carried on the wind and the cozy comfort they felt together was evident. She tried to sneak deeper into the fantasy, but there was something holding her to this world—a gentle touch of a hand caressing her cheek and the briefest kiss on her brow. She struggled to wake up wondering if Ray had come after

He stared at her with wide eyes before hesitantly taking her hand. She knew that people on his planet didn't experience much physical contact. Like most Earthly activities and object, it was unnecessary. The planet only did what was necessary.

“Silly,” she muttered, tossing a pebble into the water. He was probably delayed for a good reason. She’d wait for him.

Flinching away from the screen, Wen unlocked her phone. A distraction was very needed. Though,

She had untold numbers of things to say once she thought what her first words should be. As hard as she wished it was possible, there was only so much anyone could say about the one subject that was sure to break her heart. Even the greatest practitioner of the art of good manners would be unable to withstand what was sure to happen. It was the look of fear and fascination side by side in his eyes that held her heart from the moment the car pulled up to the front of his home. Sometimes you can be too clever for your own good and this was the one life event that would show her the truth of this.