The Ocean.

A vast expanse

of color.

Blues and greens,

purples and

black.

Waves turn and twirl,

the white caps

floating on them

like a wedding veil.

Walls of water crashing, slamming

into mile-high cliffs. Wind,

blowing into sails, and lifting

the waves

up and up,

moving and changing like

a living thing. It is angry,

dangerous

beautiful.

But then, you see a

speck on the horizon,

a lone surfer,

moving

over the waves and

through the tunnels.

The salty air whips

against his face,

almost as if

it wants him

to fall.

He is breathing,

thinking of nothing

but the board

beneath his feet. But,

there is something else

there too. Something that

is watching, waiting in

the black, the deep, of

the ocean. Until,

a wave

of fate

throws the lone surfer

into the jaws

of

a shark.

A simple gust of wind,

a simple wave,

nothing more. But,

it can end a life,

and change

a family,

forever.

All you need, is

the time

it takes for

a shark and

a lone surfer

to recede into

the dark,

the black,

of

the ocean.

The surfer

disappears into

another color. A stain

on the

blues and greens,

purples and

black. And this color,

is red.