Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Luna fell asleep, despite the wicked storm. The roar of the wind made her dream of the beach. It sounded like waves pounding the shore.
She walked alone, along the surf then decided to wade in the sea. The water was cold and stung her feet but she wasn't about to leave.
Collecting shells and soaking up sun, Luna lost track of the tide. An errant wave knocked her down and pushed her into the sand.
Then waves of water kept coming. They wouldn’t let her breath. She reached for a log but got pinned underneath, as the water returned to sea.
Luna soon passed out. She was lying in her bed. The storm had sent a branch through her window. The rain poured in, the candle went out. The ocean turned to glass.
Posted by NR at 10:15 AM