Island Fever

I walked out of the Sheraton Waikiki half-drunk, the warm air heavy with the smell of sea and flowers and grilled food.

Kalakaua Avenue was jammed with thousands of Japanese tourists, most of them a full head shorter than I.

I drifted against the crowd as the sky above us turned a sudden purple, vivid and brief, giving over to the neon wash from the Avenue’s colored lights.

A row of gleaming classic cars stood beneath the towering bronze statue of Duke Kahanamoku, his neck draped with leis of fresh flowers.

I closed my eyes, my heart filling with possibility.


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  1. rochellewisoff

    Dear Josh,

    This piece sent my mermaid’s heart into freestyle mode. Of course I had to look up the Big Kahuna. Mahalo. Well done. Here’s to sand, surf and sun.



  2. Anonymous

    I am left wonder – what is he going to do? All those possibilities to consider while being half-drunk, what will he do?

  3. Natasha

    Wow, a splash of vivid imageries. You transported us there in just 100 words. Well done, indeed!

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