Summer Breeze
Micro-fiction Writing Prompt
Nov 8 · 1 min read

Sun warmed sand rests untouched by playful feet.
Ocean waves rise and fall, untouched by fearless surfers.
Scarce clouds, unmoved by passing planes.
Beach chairs lay abandoned by their usual hotel guests.
Paradise exists, no longer inhabited by the human race.
Summer breeze, the only lively thing to be found.


