It is summer and there is a sun in the sky... that shoots arrows of sliver and gold that reflect off the silken mirror that lies atop oceans, and that almost hurts my eyes, but I watch a sailboat in the distance carefully. You are there, and I am here. The light jumps of something else, that's a lot closer. I pause and look down. Beside my foot is a shard of glass. Silver glass, mirror glass, fog glass, old looking glass, a fragment, a broken piece, from.... somewhere. I look back up across the rolling sea, and my eyes play tricks on me, bringing you in and out of view as the boat rocks back and forth. The heat is burning the top of my head as a drop of sweat drips down the side of my face. I step onto a rock in front of me and look down into the confused turquoise water below. With one swift movement, I dive in between the sheets of clear drops of the ocean mixed together as one and am instantly refreshed... like tingling on my feet walking on cool marble flooring after burning concrete or the feeling of cool icy pink lemonade slithering down my throat when the air conditioner is lagging. I kick up and bring you back into my vision, and this time, you're closer... only about 100 yards away. I start swimming towards you, and I can hear you calling my name. I reach up and grab your hand while trying to find footing on the small step latter at the back. You pull me up and wrap me with a colorful towel that smells like you. We lean back on the tan cushions, sitting side by side. I move a little closer to you. I don't think you notice. I look away, and you move a little closer to me. I noticed. I move closer again, and so do you. I look at you, and you look at me with that beautiful piercing stare that could move mountains and stop storms. You move your hand closer to mine. I do the same. Your hand is now on top of mine. Your warm, calloused fingers intertwine with mine, and I smile, and you do too with that bright happy smile that could feed children and end wars. You come closer, and so do I. I can feel your heart beating, and your breath slips into mine as our lips lightly caress each other's... It is summer and there is a sun in the sky.
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Summer Skies
Short StoryThis short story brings you into the life of Maya Derring. Enjoy being in her shoes for a hot summer afternoon in Laguna Beach.