Once again at bedtime I was determined that I was too tired and it was too late to write. Once again I overruled myself, dragged my notebook off the nightstand and shoved my pencil around for a few minutes. Here's what appeared.
The rental car rounded the curve where the road swung nearest the shore and the setting sun almost blinded the driver. Barely able to see, he eased the car into one of the wider places carved through the scrubby brush and parked. Once the engine was off, the only sound was the shush of the waves as they ran up on shore rearranging the broken coral pieces in the shallows with a sound like wind chimes. The rays of the sun quickly heated up the car's interior once the air conditioner was off, so he cranked down the window to try and catch a breeze. Wishing he had a camera he admired the way the clouds turned from white to pink to gold to iron gray as he watched. The silhouettes of the cactus on the horizon reminded him of hands reaching, clawing up from a fiery pit into the cool night air. A sudden step beside the car made him jump, but it was only a nanny goat and her twin kids crossing the road to feed on the leaves of the thorn bushes that had unfurled after that morning's rain.
--Barbara
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