The world stopped

The world stopped.
by Minna Von Walden

Pale pink arms, bare against the summer air. Chestnut hair blowing in the ocean breeze. The smell of salt, the sounds of the ocean. Sand under her feet. She let her arms fall as they may and raised her face to the sun. Warm delicious sunshine pouring over her face and down her body. For that single moment, the world truly did stop.