What Goes Around

The sky was a perfect, boundless blue without a single imperfection.  A gentle breeze whirled past, carrying the scent of the nearby ocean as Penelope sauntered down the sidewalk.  She adjusted the duffle bag against her white t-shirt before pulling at her bikini top’s strap on her left shoulder.


In the distance, children laughed and yelled as seagulls cried high above.  The girl’s flip-flops smacked against the concrete in a slow staccato.  She passed the post office in her small town and the scenery opened up to show trees kept in beautiful condition by the local parks department.  In the distance, the path curved toward the ocean.