Sunset Stop (220 Words)
The sun was sinking, red and huge in the west. It colored everything in its brilliant glow, the rolling waves crimson and deep blue. The sand was like the sky itself, twinkling golden, silver, to velvet purple. And at the edges of the great welkin twinkled the first evening stars.
“This is your fault.”
Bob glanced at his companion sideways. Arabella sat glaring into the horizon, her pants’ legs rolled up her calves.
“I’m still getting sand out of my boots,” he offered.