#15

I heard seagulls in the distance. Romantically, the way I am, I pictured them white and clear against perfect flat blue sky, gold-orange sand, swatches of green for the tops of palm trees. Dark bright blue ocean rolling beneath it all. . Blinking out of my delerium, shaking the sand from the cuffs of my pants, I realized that it was only a run-time error on this computer, a computer as old as I am, squeaking much like those seagulls.