A first taste at my writing. A narrative, short, one shot, with some descriptive traits. Mystery, an unnamed character, and a finale that will make you curse that it doesn't go on. Intrigued? Click away.
Sand. It was everywhere. Rubbing into my skin. Caked into my hair. Clogging my nose. Clumped in my mouth. Stuck under my fingernails. I hate sand. A moan escaped my lips as my eyes tried to focus. Everything was so bright, it seemed I had died and gone to heaven. No chance, I had never had such luck. I closed my eyes against the glare, but the sunlight still filtered through my shut lids. It was just too bright. I felt something cool and wet creep up my collar, and I realized I could hear the sound of waves, their gently rhythm almost lulling me back to sleep. I forced my eyes open again, ignoring the glare of the sun, and saw the now receding wave.
My face was half buried in sand, my parched throat calling out for water. I groaned as I heaved up into a crawling position. My stomach flipped at the motion, and my body ejected some of the liquid I must have swallowed. My hands pawed clumsily through the sand, dragging my body forward, and so grating the sand grains into my skin even more. I hate sand.
My arms collapsed, but I had gotten into the cool waves, that now gently lapped at my skin. Much better. The coolness sapped away some of the humid heat I felt all around me, the one that sapped my energy, and stripped away the sand coating my face and hands.
Burned. It took a few seconds to register, but soon there was a burning sensation along my face, it felt like fire. My throat emitted a broken screech as pain shot through my system, and I threw myself from the waves, clawing at my flaming skin.
Suddenly, as blissfully cool liquid streamed down my face, and the flames began to recede. Through my pained pants, I opened my eyes to spot a young woman, with caramel skin and dark braided hair peering at me in concern. She was wearing a loose dress, and carrying a carafe of what I thought might be fresh water. Her eyes bore into my half parted ones, and they were the last thing I saw before my eyes sealed.
