Vsco — Views Repack

She knelt in the dry, yellow grass, twisting the phone until the dying sun hit the rusted bolts just right. Click. She checked the shot. The sky was a wash of pale peach and dusty lavender. The chair cast a long, spindly shadow. It was perfect. Lonely, but perfect.

Lena put her phone in her pocket. She didn't take it out again. She walked down to the water’s edge, squatted low, and started tracing her fingers through the cold, wet sand, looking for the glint of a lost gold band. vsco views

She deleted the photo. Not just from her camera roll, but from her VSCO draft folder, too. She knelt in the dry, yellow grass, twisting

He shrugged. “You see what you frame, I suppose.” The sky was a wash of pale peach and dusty lavender

Lena gave a tight, polite smile. “Just the light.”

He chuckled, a dry, rattling sound. “I’ve been looking for a lost wedding ring here for three days. My wife’s. Dropped it last Tuesday.” He gestured to the lifeguard chair. “Right about there.”