Megan Dong one page short story

The year is 2056. The summer, humid breeze sweeps through the palm trees scattering bits of dirt to the sand. The glistening ocean sways with the hungry red, orange and blue fishes, the rough hard-shelled tortoises and the prickly golden blowfishes. Rebecca Viviano, an eighteen year old Italian with brown wavy hair and green eyes, laid her body against her little mermaid beach towel watching kids splash in the cooling water. She left the stress of work and tempered boyfriend behind to relax her mind.

An hour of tanning, she decided it was time to go surfing. She went to the parking lot, grabbed her burgundy-customized board from her Jeep and straddled toward the 75-foot waves. Caucasian, stringy-haired and tan guys, brunette, tall and skilled teenage girls jumped into the water eager to ride the biggest wave they can. Rebecca placed her belongings on the sand, took off her white slouchy shirt, and exposed the Hawaiian flowered bikini.  She slipped into the silky liquid, getting chills that ran up her legs to her lengthy arms. She hasn’t surf since last summer and she already feels rusty.

As Rebecca was waiting for the perfect wave she sees a grey object eroding from the water. She decided it was nothing since all the years she’s been surfing she’d never seen anything bigger than a dolphin. She sees other surfers and hurried to catch a wave to show them what she is capable of. She paddles toward the beach being chased by a roaring wave and by repetition, lifted her body to stand up. Her bare feet clenched onto the board and she easily maneuvered it. Her excellent peripheral vision allowed her to take a glimpse of people watching her with curiosity. The wave finally caught up with her and she effortlessly carved out the barrel; she turned back to see faces in awe. A few hours in the sun began to exhaust her and she soon paddled toward the beach. She caught a glimpse of the same grey object from before but this time only 20 feet away. She paddles the opposite direction her heart racing a little bit faster. Up, down, up, down, the indecisive object followed her. 15 feet, 10, 8, 4.