Keiji dances in the sand. He plays a game with the waves and laughs when he loses.
Keiji is thin, skinny, but not too skinny for his age. His sun-bleached hair is medium length and his skin is a beautiful, glowing bronze; not so unusual for a boy who spends all his time on the beach. His dark eyes shimmer like rock pools.
The soft sand sighs beneath his feet. It is white sand, hot in the late-day sun.
His mother calls to him but he does not go. The sand whispers his name, but the waves wash it away.