Shannon L Gallagher

Tropical Snowfall

The pile of plastic toys in the faded stroller was out of place on the empty beach. I had quite literally stumbled upon this tiny stretch of paradise by chance, and I am not proud: I’d snuck down the narrow alley way to pee after having an early brunch of two titanic Bloody Marys. As I squatted there, trying to maintain my balance, I turned my head and was almost blinded by the brilliant blue of the morning sky against the white sand at the other end of the passage.