ABSTRACT
Brad clenched his fist as tight as a stone and waited. They would be coming down the path any moment now. He tucked himself down behind the bush and held his breath.
Laughing and joking, they passed close by and continued on down the cliff path, towards the beach. He could hear them on the old wooden steps. They creaked as they made their way carefully down. Brad lay back on the grass and stared up at the blue sky. He could still feel the anger swirling around inside of him like some sort of violent wave.
