Strange Connections

This post is in response to Charli Mill’s Flash Fiction Challenge. To learn more about the challenge, click here.

She tossed her handbag by the side and sat at the beach staring wide-eyed at the horizon. He sat a few feet away from her, counting the currency notes – his daily wage for cutting wood at a nearby factory.

Two strangers – at far ends of the spectrum of strata, class, and lifestyle – had been making this stop every day for the past four years. The smile they exchanged was their only conversation; the purpose of the stop their only connection. They’d let the roar of the tides, setting sun, and chirp of the home bound birds nourish their souls.