A red ribbon from Claire’s sunhat writhed in the warm breeze and the ocean sparkled. The wind performed a few more cartwheels and then complimented our puppet on her youthful face. She took it in stride. The sand joined the conspiracy and praised her lithesome limbs, and she laughed delightfully, demonstrating maturity and poise.
A rainbow-hued parasol toppled and a child was pretending to be lost.
A man, evenly bronzed, with good teeth, brushed past her and implied with darksome eyes that she had a fine figure, and she dissolved into nothingness, a vast abyss from which she would never escape.