Last night

The damp sand scrunched between her toes, then slipped away as she lifted her foot, like the time they had together. It had slipped away.

At the start of this visit, time had seemed unending, forever. She had wondered if they could fill it.

Now she wondered what they had filled it with.

One last walk along the beach, one last look at the setting sun.

Would it set on them? Would time slip away? Would only memories remain, like the grains that clung to her ankles?