Action: Sunbathing
Word: Ball
Word Count: 99


In a low-slung beach chair, my legs yawned. Toes wriggled the warm, dry liquid. Ankles offered a tasty feast for sand fleas.

The afternoon sun, a potent narcotic, infused me with blissful intoxication. Imagining namaste, I silently greeted the waves.

Half-mast, my languid gaze followed the gulls poking the shoreline’s grit, seeking bounty from the sea.

A drinking bird desk toy floated through my mind.

Groggy in this driftwood state, the nearby volleyball match was a remote din. When their wayward ball rolled to my feet, I made no move to retrieve it.

My sandcastles were too far away.

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