She bent and grasped those beach sand, drenched it with the water from the bottle. Shen flipped her palm and the wet sand fell again. This time distinguishable, different from other lying nearby. We could have made our life distinct from others, but it might missed a splash of love and care.
I asked, "Who can guess, this is we?" pointing to those wet sand which were still lying the same way they fell.
'At least we can' she grinned.
Sea was calmly snoring. It has lost the grace it had when we were couples.