They sat on the beach and watched the ocean waves against the setting sun.
“So this is it?” she asked.
“Yeah, everything’s set,” he answered. “I’ll stay at a friend’s place while I look for a new job. Shouldn’t take long.”
She looked over at him. “Really wish you could stay,” she pleaded.
“So do I,” he said regretfully, “but I just can’t make it here.”
“Gonna miss you.”
Sorrow came over him. “Gonna miss you too.”
He saw a high wave crash into the rocks, send mist into the air, and watched drops of water fall to earth.
©2019 Robert Kirkendall