The yellow sun cast a small shadow on the endless expanse of sand as the waves crashed again and again. In the midst of island paradise the shadow slowly moved as two two hands flexed into claws and inch by inch a young blonde boy fought to overcome the waves and the deadly undertow. Pulling, pulling, pulling, further from the safety of the sand as if the armored Dark Lord of the Sith was hidden amongst the crashing waves and calling upon the Dark Side to simultaneously choke him and pull him away. Resisting, one arm and leg after the other, the only thought survival. With every inch less water, the sandy discoloration beings to lighten; exhausted but safe. The wicked white waves would not win the day.
Aaron Welty
Author, Speaker, and Super Nerd. Aaron Welty speaks and writes regularly connecting the dots of life, faith, and science fiction. Originally from Michigan, he now lives and works in the Washington, DC metro area.