Campsite near Montpellier, early September sun scorching our skin. Twenty-six, Stephanie and I, three years deep, bodies tuned by runs, hearts syncing in Paris nights. Tents up, suits on, race to the buoy. She wins,…
Saturday, May 11th, 5 PM. Behind the dunes on the scorching beach. Heart pounding like a drum. Yann’s eyes devour me. Skin prickles under the sun. Laura takes charge. ‘Need to piss,’ she grins. Pulls…
June 21st. Sun-drenched beach. Waves crash soft. Radio hums love songs far off. Your words ignite me. ‘I’d dreamed of you for ten days.’ Heart pounds. Pulse races. Skin heats under my floral dress. Petals…
The Landes beach hums with Atlantic waves crashing. Sun-kissed skin glistens. My sister’s family nearby, topless like me. Afternoon dips, laughter, kids splashing. Time to leave. Bernard packs. I rummage my bag. No dry clothes.…