Flash
On The Beach
by Tim King Thu, 12/01/2005 - 04:00
If anyone could see her, he wouldn’t know what she was looking for. She walked along this rock-studded beach, time after time eying the sea.
Her toe banged one of the large rocks, causing her to hobble as she continued her weary search.
She stopped, yes, her eyes wide, gazing out toward the water. Smile on face, she met the object as it approached her.
It was he. And she did embrace him. But her smile turned to tears.
“Damn plan,” she muttered under her breath. “Damn, stupid plan! We were happy. Why did you do this to me?”
The next day, she heard about it on the radio, “From footprints on the scene, authorities are looking for a woman, about five-feet-five-inches, a hundred thirty pounds, with a limp.”