Monday's Fiction in 58

A Fiction in 58.

Steps
He walks a few steps and the waves roll in and erase where he’s been. He can see where he’s come from, but now there’s an unbroken line of surf, traceless.
His pace quickens, but the results are the same. The waters swallow his past.
He sweeps a toe across the sand, it disappears.
The feeling is liberating.

1 comments:

Dee Martin said...

loving this. it feels like it will end sad but then you swoop in with the surprise.