The World
...r the beach for miles. People are strewn around the fire; some of the more wild guys already passed out with their friends leaning over them shaving off eyebrows and playing other cruel jokes. The gentle waves lap on shore above the music pouring out of the stereo. Fireworks bloom up the beach and everyone stops dancing and stares up at them as Ash walks over. She slowly lowers herself down to my level and leans her head against my shoulder. As I lie back I stroke her hair, its jasmine scent drifts on the night air and makes me smile. It may be the half a slab I just drank, but the coloured sparks seem to dance with the stars before being pulled down by the unrelenting force of gravity. As my eyes fall with the sparks they res...