From a collection of 100-word stories & wonders
“Five hundred a day,” griped Brooks, plopping down beside Jen, “and damn sand gets in everything. Hand me my phone, will ya.” “Seriously?” said Jen. “Here, on Ka’anapali Beach, you’re gonna work? Nothing doing.” He fidgeted. “Sun’n surf, bub.” Halfway to the swelling Pacific, Brooks felt sick, dizzy. A moment later he couldn’t breathe. He came around flat on his back, staring up at a palm daubing clouds across the bluest canvas he’d ever seen. All sounds receded: urgent shouting voices, pulsing surf, wind-rattled fronds. Nestled in a billion warm grains, he went slack, happy just to look up.