A DROP OF BURNING GOLD
laid twelve inches above the aqua water, spraying a tint of red on the taupe landscape. Charcoal black floated out of his mouth as he spoke, "It's almost time."

His feet twisted further into the wet sand, the pureness of the calm evening kissing the ground with so much delicacy that it was barely noticed. This all made me see the smoke trailing behind a golden flame, continuing to linger atop of the uneasy waves. It resembled the honeyed joy that would willingly dance to enhance the fact that life isn't as terrible as it may seem.

"Can't we just stay here?"
My gray voice trembled out, as my eyes glanced down at our hands -; so close, yet so far.