Her golden hair flirted with the stars as she skipped barefoot across the beach.

We spoke for hours, laughed at the sun blushing as it peeped over the horizon. I felt myself stir, hurriedly scrawled my number on her hand…

I wake and turn off the alarm.

My phone rings.

Guy is a law student by day and a law student by night. Writing helps him cope with the workload. This is his eighth 50-word story.