The waves crash gently upon the shore as seagulls fly over head singing their ode to the warm day. The little hut had been prepared the night before for the new guest that would stay there for the weekend. Not much was known about the stranger who would dwell inside, all the owners knew was that she was here to do some writing away from the busy city life. Her book was due by Monday and the beach was the perfect place to hide away from the world for a few days. They had removed all forms of communication from the hut as the stranger had requested, even removing the television and the radio. The fridge was fully stalked for the time that would be spent there.
Star Cushion Sunshine by CHEZ MOI