September Night

The sand filled the cracks between the stones, and her sandals tamped it down when she walked out the door. Warm stones, warm sand, in the California sun, and her angry sandals sending shock waves through the seams. She had no idea how hard she stamped when she was pissed at an untrue love. It was the last full moon of summer, and the moonlight was blue where it ran down her cheeks, mixed with her tears.