“In exactly 100 words creatively describe one moment when your mouth dropped open, chin hit the ground, and tears rolled down your face (figuratively or not)…” —WordPress Daily Post
She was at least nine feet tall and bulletproof. Tall and tan, blond and fit. The wind unfurled her flaxen mane as she walked down the sand dune toward the street.
I made a quick look at the traffic in front of my bicycle and returned my attention to her.
Her bathing suit consisted of three small triangles of crocheted black yarn and a bit of cord. This was the first String Bikini that I had ever seen.
She smiled—at me?—and then frowned—at me?—horrified. I looked ahead and saw the open door of a station wagon blocking my path.