On Victory Beach

On Victory Beach

There are other worlds somewhere, realms of other possibilities and outcomes, of beauties and wonders both familiar and unknowable.

The sun burned a blood-orange streak across the sky and seared a path of gold over the slowly rolling sea. Away from the light, sky and sea turned red, violet, blue, and black. The colors bent away from clouds and waves.

It comforted her to think that the waves receding from her would wash up again on a distant shore. In time the darkness about to descend would inevitably be lifted.

The sand was already cold. Somewhere else the sun was rising, the sand warming, the day beginning afresh.

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