The Surf

i am running. away from the sand. running as far away as i can.

this thing that i carry with me is like a weight dragging me down, but i know that i have to keep going. i can’t let anything stop me from delivering this message. with the ocean behind me, i head towards the city.

i need to get to my work building, the place i’ve worked for ten years, i need to tell the people. suddenly i’m there, i go up on the elevator to the 29th floor, it feels like time is slowing down as i catch my breath.

i slowly walk into the office with my surfboard and announce that ‘surfs down’ everyone starts screaming and crying, a man is saying ‘no’ over and over and crumples to the floor, i knock over several computers and cubicle walls with my surfboard as i run forward. i jump through the window, shattering it. as i fall the wind reminds me of all the times surf was up. i hit the pavement and die instantly



