Her, The Setting Sun

Her long blond hair spilled down her shoulders and tossed about in the warm ocean breeze. He led her by her hand down the dune and onto the beach until the surf lapped at their toes. She smiled looking out at the sun dipping behind the horizon that sent a deep red haze across the sky. He let go of her hand, dropping to one knee and pulled out a small black box from his pants pocket. Her hands covered her gaping mouth. A gust of wind swirled, lifting her blond wig from her head and it fell into the ocean. He opened the box revealing a sparkling ring and placed it on her expecting finger as the jellyfish blond wig drifted out to sea and towards the setting sun.