Eyes for Her
My attention is drawn back to the blue hookah that has been the centerpiece of the picnic table for the last hour. I get lost in the familiar color for moments at a time, and the surrounding noises melt away. Just shy of a year now since I had last seen that hue. My mind is yanked back to Breakwater Way. I can feel the Oceanside sun beaming down on my back. I feel his warm skin grab ahold of my hand; I let myself sink into the memory. I feel the heat pressed up against the back of my thighs from the concrete ledge we had taken our places on. Salt is in the air as the hundreds of locals and vacationers are on the beach, enjoying their summer day. I feel the smile being forced upon my face, my sad attempt at looking hopeful. I feel the dread pitted in my stomach. I feel the Oceanside sun beaming down my back again.
