Remember that beach at night, phosphorescent waves murmuring, us seated on the cool damp sand, arms around each other, my head resting on your shoulder? The sea spray in our hair, on our sunburned skin, too tired, too content to return to the hotel?
Gulls called overhead.
Do you remember?
Verity Duncan (she/her) works in quality control, gets distracted by stories, and drinks flat whites.