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.