At this hour the headland cast a long shadow in a bold diagonal across the sand. He warmed his body in the last precious sliver of sunlight.
Small, welcoming waves shimmered across the surface of the sea. Innumerable shades of blue and green beckoned to him. A sea that flashed and sang in the summer sun.
In the brilliance he thought only of Samantha.
Samantha Tan in the shining sun. A dress flowing in a balmy breeze. Asking for him, once waiting.
Samantha a perfect picture already corrupted in memories that faded so fast.
Samantha Tan is three in a series of ten micro-stories. Four is here.
