
A Prayer of Salt and Sand
Morning approached, brightening the sky over the ocean with the palest wash of blue. Asha saw the light and was afraid.
Reaching into the bowls that lay at her sides, she took up fistfuls of salt and sand from her dwindling supply. The sand was the fine, silvery sand of Sacrifice Beach; it clung to her sweaty palms and caught beneath her fingernails. The salt was coarse and white as sun-bleached bone. Sand in one hand, salt in the other, she continued her pattern.









