by Amy Hernández Matsumoto
Sea foam floats near my feet. I want to lie down in it, play with it, rest in its cumulus shape. My instinct is to interrupt and scatter the innocence of the ocean’s clouds. My mind and hands argue; “stand and admire them only” wins. Carefully, I lunge over the foamy meringue and refuse to look back. This time, I saw the sign: Harmful Algal Blooms.
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Amy Hernández Matsumoto is co-owner of a Southern Italian restaurant in Vancouver, WA, and an adjunct instructor at Washington State University, Vancouver. Reading, writing, working in the community, and cuddling with her three Shih Tzus are what bring her peace.
Flash fiction in exactly six sentences. Publishing writers since 2006.
