Monday Muse...

When Fina dreamed of that day, it was always in color.  Vivid blues and greens.  She'd caught a flawless wave along the Pipeline.  She'd taken the drop and rode it, barreling through until she was, once again, at one with the water surrounding her.  Everything was right in that moment.  Her soul connected to Mother Earth in moments of pure perfection.

If only she'd seen the men in grey suits, sharks to the non-surfing sect, before they'd attacked.  The leash kept her tied to her board allowing the pod of unnatural predators to pull them both further out to sea.