Platinum Cherry

Strontium starbursts speckled the waves rolling in from beneath the sunken sun. Our show was ending. Time felt wrinkled like the Pyrenees as we trudged through the sand on the way back to the car. Empty Corona bottles were littered around and I could almost taste the beer as I slipped the worn key into the lock and paused to take a long look at the summer horizon. An autumn breeze flirted with my shirt, texturing my skin with goosebumps. No one spoke on the ride back except the engine grumbling, punctuated by the occasional tock-tock from when the turn signal was on. I stopped on the shoulder by the top of an escarpment to appreciate the supermoon blazing against civil twilight. It was swollen up like a tick full of blood. I muttered "syzygy" to my passengers, but they were all asleep.

Oh well, our little secret.

 

Beautiful piece of writing you have there. From the rare earth metal used in the firework to the use of syzygy. I live in Huntington Beach, CA and have made the trek across the sand back to the car too many times to count. The way each step requires a little more effort then a hard surface does and how the damp, sandy towels take on an emery board texture as you sit on them in the car. Little bits of sand falling from your skin as you dry off. Your writing put me right back into one of many trips, Well Done..

 

Thanks, appreciate the comment I'd love to make it out there to the West coast someday and catch a Pacific sunset, it always looked beautiful in films