He loved to surf. He felt as if the sea was his home. Each break of day found him at the edge of the tide pools.
He lay on his board and with smooth strokes made his way out to the swells. He sat up and looked up at the sun and felt its warm glow on his face. All was good in his world.
His chance came–the wave built and he kept pace with it as its force grew. He stood up and rode it with skill and grace–the deep sea held him high–its curl arced…
Flash Fiction of 100 one syllable words: Here’s to you Rama!