Unread emails beckoned William as he sat on the hotel room bed. He paused. Where was he today?
San Francisco. Cable cars, oyster bars.
There must be something more.
The Uber came and took him west. He walked toward the bright horizon until the sand turned wet and firm. He looked out upon the rolling vastness.
Foaming seawater surged onto the beach and overtook him. It came up to his knees and soaked his wool slacks.
That evening, William walked into the hotel lobby in his underwear, holding wet pants, and grinning uncontrollably. It was nothing the clerk hadn’t seen before.