One odd day in summer, a boy meets a firework. Salt-scented wind tosses her red hair around her Face, creating a frame for her bright eyes, her freckled Nose, her joyous smile. She begins to dance away, letting The wind catch her bright summer dress, and he watches On, wary, uncertain. Her bare feet splash into the roaring Waves, but his toes remain where they are, gripping The sand as his nerves grip him. She is lost in her own World, a world that consists of the sand and the sea and The setting sun and nothing more. He stands he stares he
Waits he wants he wishes—she is next to him now. Her Wet feet are coated in sand. Her hands grab his and she Drags him with her. His toes lose their grip on the Sand and he stumbles over his own feet trying to keep Up with her wild rhythm. They dash to the shore in A haphazard dance. Icy water rushes to meet his ankles And sends chills up his spine. She pulls him farther into The ocean, moving with the waves. The bottom of his Shorts and the edges of her dress skim the water’s surface. The sky darkens, the wind quickens. She pulls closer to Him. In the last hint of daylight, her sandy red lips press To meet his trembling ones. She smiles again and pulls him Back into the sand, letting the wind dry their legs. He dances With her this time. She is special, she is different, she is gone Again, lasting no longer than a firework.