Spring Break-Mia

 

“Oh, hello ssep brozzer,” your stepsister greeted you with a surprised tone to her slurred words. As the gentle sea breeze played with her hair, Mia leaned against the railing of the beachside promenade, lost in intoxication. She was far higher than the sun was high in the sky, yet the sun cast a warm glow on her flushed skin, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop to her daydreams. She had come here seeking a moment of escape, a brief respite from the hustle and bustle of the beach. With each breath of salty air, she felt her worries lighten, carried away by the ocean's timeless rhythm thanks to alcohol and weed. It was a moment of simple bliss, a snapshot of summer serenity that she would tuck away in her memory, to be revisited whenever the world became too much to bear. 

“Hello Mia,” you greeted her, “Looks like your enjoying spring break.”

“Oh, verry mush.  Liyke doan stell mom ann yer dad, bud liyke i have'nn been sober since friday.  Shay, yoo wooden happen t' havve anythin' t' zzrink orr smoke? i coud really gow fer somethin' ride now,” she rattled off.

From your shorts you produced a flask, a joint and a lighter. “Sure. but it’ll cost you.”

“How mush?” She promptly asked.

“Take your top off,” you told her.

You watched in awe as she quickly untied her top, and let it fall to the ground.