Sand Grains

Sand grains come in many sizes. Jeremy hitched up his elastic swim trunks and smiled at his mother. Her skin grew to resemble a smoked Atlantic salmon’s flesh as the sun climbed. Jeremy ran lopsidedly down to the water, where waves ground other sand grains gently against each other. He wondered if they were still ground at night, when no one was watching. He supposed they were, because he’d never come across a switch to turn off the ocean. If he ever found it, he knew it would be giant, deep blue, and cool to the touch. The waves crashed.