She inhaled the sea wind. The sands were soft on her feet. Afternoon sun was ebbing away, giving her a tangerine glow
When I saw her, she was bouyed by the place's serenity. It is not often that the company is spending money for an out of the city management conference.
"Have a good night, Vangie", I smiled at her. "Don't forget to set your alarm at 7:00 for breakfast tomorrow."
"Yes, I will".
I was chatting with another guest, when far away an interrupted cry was heard. We ran to Vangie's room. She came out, deflated jellyfish with arms blanket-wrapped.
"Can you please call the doctor?".
She had vomitted the "fresh" clams that she bought from the fisherman with a boat that afternoon.
She missed the day's conference & went home. She left her sandy collection of sea shells & coral stones.
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Prosery, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. This is a flash fiction of 144 words with the line: