YAFF Muse: Singing Sands

21 Jul

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Singing Sands

By: R.M.Gilbert

Summer vacations always the same: help Grandpa run the Tiki Treat, hit the beach at 4, ride some waves, then go home for dinner. People think living on an island is great, but that’s because they’re here on vacation. Instead of trying to escape from here to the mainland.

“Aloha,” says a girl, trying to use local lingo.

“Hello,” I say using hers. She blushes. “What can I get you, haole?”

She smiles, proving she’s oblivious to being called a foreigner. “Can you make something with banana?”

I nod and watch as she fiddles with the lei dangling from her neck.

“Wikiwiki!” Grandpa shouts from behind, always trying to rush me. Not realizing these things take time.

I whip together one of our more popular smoothies and hand it over the counter. “Eight fifty,” I say.

Her brows lift, she pulls a pink iPod from the pocket of her shorts and sets it on the counter to search for cash. Pulling out a ten, she slips it over to me and says, “For this price it better taste good.”

No thank you or anything, just the ungrateful payment. I tell her its “ono” and she stares at me a second before asking what I said.

“That means it’s delicious,” I say, handing the change to her.

She takes the money greedily and pockets it along with the iPod, ignoring the tip jar. Actions like this make what comes next easy.

“You’re new to the island?” I say before she steps away.

“Yes. I’m here with my parents. They’re back at the resort being boring.”

“Yeah, that sucks.” I smile as if I care. “If you get the chance you should visit the singing sands.”

“Is that so,” she says, flicking her tongue to capture her straw. After she takes a sip, she makes her eyes big and puffs her chest out. “And just how do I find it?”

Just like so many others before her she takes the bait. “I get off in five minutes if you want to wait.”

“Sure.” She giggles.

Minutes later I yell to Grandpa. “Pau. Aloha.”

“What’s that you just said?” she asks as we leave the Tiki Treat.

I give her a thoughtful look. “I told him I finished and goodbye.”

Leading her down the beach, I think of college in the mid-west. How after this summer I won’t be forced to work my in grandpa’s shop or…

“This is it,” I say.

She turns disappointed. “Are you kidding me? It’s just a beach.” Her fingers clench tight to her banana smoothie, crushing the edges of the cup.

“Just wait. Listen.” I lean, dig my hands into the sand and then call out, “Akua.”—spirit.

The sands shift beneath us, the voices of many rising from within. I step back to watch as the ground spins into a great whirlpool. At first the girl watches in awe, but when the sands shift ripping the earth from under her, sucking her in, she screams.

“Help me! Please!” Her fingers tear in every direction, for leverage. Fear creases her features until she disappears. The only things left, protruding from of the sand, are her iPod and smoothie. They look as if someone has left them to go for a quick swim.

Picking up the cup I take a drink. Hmm, still cold. I smile and gather the iPod as well. Then, make my way back to the Tiki Treat.

“Ahola,” Grandpa says, looking surprised to see me. “I thought you are going surfing tonight?”

“Yeah, same old—same old. I just needed to drop something off,” I mutter, hiding the iPod in a box with my other souvenirs.

“It’ll be a big sacrifice, having you leave this island for college.” Grandpa shakes his head.

“You have no idea.”

© 2010, July 13, rmg.

This weeks inspiration was mostly the picture. Not a very thrilling explanation, I know. Maybe I’ll give a bit of advice too: be careful when vacationing, never follow some guy running a smoothie stand to a ‘popular hangout’. Also, remember the old adage ‘never talk to strangers’ and possibly add to that, if you must talk, try and be nice.

After commenting, be sure to stop by other YAFFER sites to see how the picture inspired them:

Cambria Dillon

Mindy Buchanan


Traci Kenworth

Vanessa Barger


10 Responses to “YAFF Muse: Singing Sands”

  1. Traci Kenworth July 21, 2010 at 9:30 am #

    Wow. Never saw that coming.

  2. Traci Kenworth July 21, 2010 at 9:30 am #

    @ Traci Kenworth:
    Wow, it let me post!!

  3. Cambria Dillon July 21, 2010 at 10:14 am #

    Great job — especially with the way you incorporated the Hawaiian language! And now I’m craving a banana smoothie…but I think I’ll just make it myself. 😉

  4. Rebekah L Purdy July 21, 2010 at 10:16 am #

    Loved it, thought the idea was fresh and I don’t think Grandpa knows what’s coming (LOL). Also liked that the snotty girl got what was coming to her!

    Another great one lady…

  5. Vanessa July 21, 2010 at 10:17 am #

    I really like the dark edge to this one. It does make you think twice about what those people working in tourist towns are REALLY thinking….

  6. Min July 21, 2010 at 12:06 pm #

    I have a girlfriend from Hawaii and she would think this was awesome. LOL.

    Great job lady! I really enjoyed the twist at the end. I didn’t see it coming.

    I also have to say that, it’s pretty funny how many of us see death in an iPod in the sand. ha ha!

  7. Susie @ A Slice of My Life July 21, 2010 at 1:21 pm #

    Once again, you’ve given me shivers (with an added lesson to the wise!)

  8. Jennifer Shirk July 21, 2010 at 5:40 pm #

    I LOVED it! I was wondering about the picture and now can totally see the inspiration. Very cool!

  9. Anna July 24, 2010 at 2:14 pm #

    I left you an award on my blog! Come check it out! 🙂

  10. Dawn July 26, 2010 at 2:19 pm #

    Great dark edge. Loved it!

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