(Author’s Note: More stories on the way, I actually have a few that I am working on. I just need to get over my day-to-day tiredness from teaching kids.)
by Miles H. Rost
The waves rolled in off the Yellow Sea onto the rocks of Anma Island.
“Hey, don’t go too far out, Em. You’re sunburnt and dehydrated,” Dee said, a quick warning. Mick and Tommy were already in the sea, playing around.
“I’ll be fine, Dee. I just need relief from this darn hot weather.”
The September heat had baked them as they trudged through the overgrown brush. Happily, about late afternoon, they found a flat pasture to camp.
Em sat at the bottom of the rock bank, dipping his feet in.
“This…is bliss…” He said, just before a large wave crashed upon his clothed form.
“…or at least it was.”
(Anma Island, September 2011, with other bloggers (including the proprietor of the Green Walled Tower))