I stole these thoughts from an image my wife posted to Instagram…
I wonder how many of these I’m truly able to say I do?
One of the blogs I follow does something I find intriguing and I’m going to attempt to do the very same thing on my blog.
I am not a writer.
I don’t expect to write anything profound.
I’m doing this as an exercise for my mind, my creativity.
Feel free to read my short stories.
Feel free to never look at another “short stories” post again.
The only rule, each story MUST be less than 350 words.
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He was up early to watch the sunrise. He always did this. It was the best part of his day.
In mid summer, the sun rose early. The sky was a pale blue as the sunlight began to illuminate the ocean. Bright oranges and yellows followed, as the rays from the rising sun warmed his face.
The waves came ashore gently, constant, yet variable in speed and frequency.
He walked along the beach, as was his custom, taking in the peace and tranquility of the morning stillness. Seagulls, the only noticeable noise other than the waves now splashing his bare feet.
As he approached the bend around the next cove, he knew it would more than likely mean the end to his peaceful morning.
Walking up to his deck, his phone lie on the table. He did not want to pick it up, yet instinctively his hand reached for it, and without any thought his fingers moved across the device and quickly brought the screen to life.
His eyes skimmed over the little red circle with a rather large number indicating how many unread emails were already waiting for him at this early hour. His eyes however did not stay focused on that number, but quickly moved over to another red circle with the number one in the middle. Only one unread text message awaited him. His calm and peaceful morning was indeed coming to an end.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and buttered some toast. This small, quick meal—if you can call it a meal—may be the only nourishment his body will receive until his return home later that night, maybe early tomorrow morning.
As he backed his SUV out of his driveway, knowing the day that he was now facing, his thoughts went immediately to the next glorious, calm, peaceful sunrise…that he hoped he’d live to see.
As the sun peaked on the horizon, the smell of salt water permeating the air, a cool breeze blowing off the water, the ocean waves once again splashed on his bare feet.