at the beach, with great care, she set him down.
she turned, spread the towel, and he was gone.
turning back, her heart sank to the deepest depth it could go.
searching waves and sand, alone she panicked.
yesterday’s storm, created a drop.
he sat below it, using a tin spoon.
she saw it flash.
Motor on over to G-Man's place at Mr Knowitall to see more Flash Fiction 55...
i originally posted this at http://okellyn.wordpress.com on august 11, 2007