This week for Write On Edge was about summer. To celebrate, participants were challenged to write about sand in 450 words or less. Well, not about sand, just have it in the story.
The grains of sand slipped one by one through his fingers. They turned invisible when they hit the ground, blending in with the other grains that made up the beach he sat on. He let the rest of the sand fall before running his fingers through it. His fingers carved slim paths through the sand, creating swirling patterns. A smile twitched his lips when he finished.
A pretty picture, for sure. Little arches imitated the waves of the nearby water. V-shaped birds flew in formation. People were gathered under the summer sun. His fingers weren’t small enough to draw smiles on their faces, but they were smiling. Their gazes turned up to the glowing orb, and arms held out to absorb the light.
Memories of old stirred as he stared at the sand drawing. A face bathed in sun. Laughter echoing over the water. A voice sweeter than honey calling his name.
“Jason, stop hiding in the shade. Join me in the sun.”
The world darkened, a cloud drifting over the moon. His mood turned dark as well. Anger surged forward like a tsunami, busting through the dam he built around his heart.
A cry choked his throat as he grabbed handfuls of sand. He flung it at the beating surf, not stopping until the image was unrecognizable. Chest heaving, he stared at the sand at his feet.
What good had that done? No amount of anger would turn back time. The past was still the past. Events already played out. His future was in darkness. All he had left of the sun was memories.
Memories of her.
He washed the sand off his hands and dried them on his pants. The moon peeked out from behind the clouds now his anger had abated. He strode away from the sand and the haunting memories of the past. They would come back to haunt him again.
For now, he could pretend this was the future he chose. No regrets weighed his steps as he immersed himself in the city nightlife. No guilt churned in his gut as his gaze focused on a young woman. No remorse as he put a bright smile that would put the summer sun to shame on his face as he approached the woman.
No thoughts of her and the horror she’d feel if she knew the monster had become when he killed her.
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