Waves

She stands on the beach, statuesque, watching as the water draws back off the honeyed sand.

Her sequined sarong flies in the breeze, catching the sunlight and the water drips, raining from her body.

The ocean bed slowly starts to be revealed to her.

There’s something in the distance, but too far away to figure out.

It’s coming for her.

People start screaming.

Then she realizes.

It’s a wave.

Run.

Everything passes in a blur, dream-like.

Earthquake feet pound around her. Breathy wind whips her hair behind her back. The water takes hold of her and pulls her, pulling, pulling…