Skittles

He is lovely.

I laid down in the sand’s mixture of whites and browns, soaking up what little sun the day had left to offer. My pale skin definitely needed it. The gulls dove to the water occasionally, but always returned to the sky without a meal. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pinks, yellows, and oranges, the sun barely hanging in there, the way it lit the surface of the ocean was divine. The foam lapping at the shore looked almost orange; the water held streaks of yellow and white light. This place couldn’t be more peaceful.

As I laid there in the sand, my mind went crazy. I do not do well being alone at all. I think too much, and my thoughts consume me. So when he caught my ear, I thought I must be dreaming. I searched the shore to find the source of the sounds I was hearing, and when I did, it seemed to confirm my theory that this must be a dream. One look at him told me that.

His toes were buried in the sand. His bare chest cascaded into white shorts. He had the occasional lump on his stomach, gorgeous muscles. His shirt and a half eaten bag of Skittles lay on the sand next to him. Skittles? It seemed odd, but so did he.

His fingers moved quickly and skillfully. I’d never heard a guitar make such beautiful sounds. His eyes were closed, and he sang quietly to himself. The setting sun caught in strands of his chocolate hair. He was truly beautiful, and jealousy flooded my veins. Not for his skill, nor for his beauty. No, my jealousy arose for how tenderly he held that guitar.

I had to quit staring at him before I went insane. Thoughts were racing in my head that I’d never experienced before; thoughts I knew shouldn’t be there. I rose from the sand and ran to the water, probably making a huge spectacle of myself in the process. The chill swallowed me as I dove into the ocean, practically unbearable. But I couldn’t come out yet, I couldn’t face that man again. Not yet.

I swam until the sky had darkened the water, making it almost impossible to see. When my head broke the surface, the sky looked beautiful. No moon, but the stars more than made up for that. Then my eyes locked on his, starlit. He was no longer playing or singing, he was watching me intently. The way the stars played with his eyes made me weak. He stood, collecting his shirt and throwing it over his head. He took his guitar in one hand, and strode away. I could see him disappear slowly, and I began swimming faster than I ever had before.

But by the time I reached the shore, he was gone. My legs carried me to where he’d been sitting, and my eyes caught on the ground. He had written what looked like lyrics in the sand, with Skittles sprinkled around them...

Author's Note

Cheesy, I know. Don't question the Skittles, I'm not telling.

Reviews

[Alphachad]

What about the skittles? I WANNA KNOW XD

[Zachary_James]

amazing

[Emily Paige]

I LOVE it

[Crowley]

Ahhhh Skittles, one of my faves. Nice scenery and breathtaking description. The beach is where so much magic can happen, especially when the sun is setting. Your stories are getting as good as your poetry....you writer.

[Coyote Poetry]

You took me to a new place. Skittles and love in the same poem. I like the poem and your story. Nothing as good as a day at the water and a possibility of love. A excellent poem.
Coyote