Burn

Richard sat on the concrete stool by the beach and focused on the discrepancy formed by the sunlit sand and shadows cast by palm trees and people trudging by. Why should this fascinate him? He had no reason to care about the impact of light rays on the grains of sand in front of him. A girl of indeterminable age ran past and grabbed a cup filled with toxic colored liquid and gulped hungrily. Her brown skin and dark curly hair defied the sun's bleaching of her gentle features.