The heat from the pavement made Brad’s feet ache. He kept walking, following that tiny string bikini swaying on the curvy rear up ahead. Hypnotised by the motion of her hips, he’d walked behind the girl since the beach.
Her rubber soled shoes smacking against bare feet, the pendulum swinging dark plait, all conspired to mesmerise Brad. Without a plan of what he would say – did he dare ask her for a drink?
Suddenly she stopped, turned. Alarmed, he spun away to study the tourist hats, heart thudding. She walked on. Coming to his senses, Brad did not follow.
Flash fiction for the picture prompt – follow the link to see who else is particpating. Many thanks to Ted Strutz for tagging me