On his belly, he hand-paddled to circle back for one of the bomb waves that come in before sunset and after the smiling dolphins leave. Shearwaters cawed and cried overhead.
"Catch it!" he heard his coach screaming from somewhere over the freight train roar of the surf.
"Got it!" he bellowed back, squinting.
He grabbed the sides of the longboard in chaturanga pose, and vacuumed in his core to hinge his hips high enough for his feet to clear and toes to hang off in front.
He stood victorious like Poseidon, riding to shore.
Caught it!
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You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga7 days ago in Fiction
Just a Minute, Piggy!
1:30pm: Mina sat still, eyes glued to the courtroom clock’s Roman numerals, ready for whatever judgement a group of strangers felt compelled to throw. She licked her lips, feeling the lipstick dry out, wishing she had put on a more moisturizing lip-balm instead. As one jury member stood to announce the verdict, Mina flashed back to the unfortunate morning she found herself in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
By ANITA RACHELLE7 days ago in Fiction
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A perfect moment where everything aligns. It is my ambition to catch a wave like this but I think that my knees may have other ideas.