She was alone on the remote beach when JoAnne decided to be bold and to remove her bikini top and let it fall onto the sand. She then removed her bikini bottoms and let them fall onto the sand, too, before running naked and jumping into the surf. Enjoying the sensation of the chilly ocean waters caressing her body, she swam out past the breaking waves and floated, letting the rhythmic ebb and flow gently rock her to sleep.

JoAnne must have drifted a bit during her nap because, when she opened her eyes and looked toward the shore, her remote beach was nowhere in sight, and all she could see in either direction was a long stretch of beach crowded with families.

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Written for Greg’s Four Line Fiction prompt. Photo credit: HP Koch at Unsplash.