Sunset Filled Day

                      She sat on the sand covered steps taking a drag of her cigarette; she sipped on her large glass of water. She looked straight ahead towards the beach; her thin skinny arms were wrapped around herself. She wore faded homemade shorts. She had a subtle tan, shoulder length brunette hair with bangs the color of magenta that covered her tattoos of butterflies flying down her small shoulders. Her plain brown sandals wrapped around her colorful toenail painted coral pink. An ash tray was filled with ashes and cigarette butts were left standing in their place.

                      The sunset was clearly displayed; different colors began emerging in the sky, shades of pinks, yellows, orange, and blue. Waves were coming and going sand- dollar, sea shells, and seaweed being brought to the shore as presents. She smashed her cigarette into the ash tray, pulled out her pack and lit up another one with her yellow lighter. The soft warm wind kept putting out the flame; using her hand to cover the flame she allowed the orange to light the end of her cigarette. She looked down and saw the sand making a little tornado from the winds going in to many different directions. Her hair began making the same movement flying around her face, lips, and eyes yet she did not blink.

                      In the middle of the beach a boy appeared, with a rusty red wagon and off- white lettering, saying Radio Flyer. The boy had his back against his wagon, the tire were black the cracks filled with sand, the handle copper from rust. Wearing  simple blue and white striped jean overall, without a shirt, he began running bare foot with his green bucket, letting sand fall out from the top his clear blue eyes wide opened from delight, his pink tongue hanged out from the side of his bright cherry red lips. He flipped his green bucket and let the sand fall onto the black pavement, watched it create a simple little pyramid. He ran, back to his wagon the sand going through his little pale toes. He set his bucket up right and began filling it, and ran back to the black pavement, with the same delighted face as before, dumping the sand. His lightly spotted chubby cheeks began to turn pink. He ran back and forth, watching the pile get higher and wider.

                      No mother was there with homemade cookies, no father to play Frisbee, no family dog to play with, nothing but his smile and rusty red wagon. The boy was simple clean and purely innocent.  He enjoyed the simple things, the sand through his toes the joy of running; He was enjoying life in the simplest way by just living it.

                      She took her eyes off the boy and began to look at the sunset she tapped her cigarette box over and over again looking down teal New Port. She opened the flap and closed the flap, opened, closed, opened closed. She stopped took a cigarette and allowed it to sit between her fingers. She stood up slowly with one hand holding onto her stomach, as well as her cigarette. She walked past the black pavement letting her now bare feet touch the sand, leaving behind her brown sandals. She walked onto the sand with her hair moving past her face and the sand molding back into place as she lifted her feet to walk ahead. Her foot stuck in the sand allowed only her coral pink toes to stand out. The breeze lifted her thin homemade white shirt, creating a bump, and she slowly lifted her shirt over her head which allowed the warm breeze to caresses her neck, her shirt lands softly onto the sand, the wind picking it up and floating it gracefully down the beach. She continued walking leaving indented into the thick sand, she looks down and  reaches for the copper button and pulled them apart, slowly unzipping her shorts, letting them slid down her legs. She drops her hand to her sides making her cigarette fall onto the wet sand, causing it to shrivel from the wetness. The water rushed forward, backwards, the wet sand covering her toes with muddy grey sand. The beach was quite nothing but the sound of waves rolling and crashing. Sea gulls floated in the air, in unison circling around the red like water. 

                      The boy looked up and sees the pretty girl, standing beside the water. She began slowly walking waves crashing against her legs. Her knees are deep into the water she looked shorter, only her thighs showed. She sunk her head into the water, causing her hair to fly past her which allowed the boy to see her eyes for a moment, a simple shade of brown. She lifted her head and began to float in the water while she inhaled the warm salt air. She twisted her body to face the sand filled steps and twisted her body again to face the sunset. She launched forward and cut through the water. Her thin arms perfectly straight, her legs kicked. She took smooth strides, her body broke through the water; dipped her head under the waves getting closer and closer to the perfectly almost set sun. The boy looked back to his pile of sand and began to pour his red drink over the sand hill letting it slid slowly down the mound of sand.