Sean has had some good ideas over the years.

But using Canva was a really good one.

Sean designed some social posts to promote his friend's car boot sale.

They looked good.

Really, really good.

Next thing he knows, someone came and bought the lot, including the car.

Now Sean doesn't know how he's going to get home.

Thanks, Canva.

The waves crash across Linney's legs, simultaneously washing them of sand and covering them with it.

It's the rhythm of the ocean. One can wash, rinse, repeat all they want. There will always be sand.

With a mouth that feels like dry coral and a head that feels

ten sizes too big, Linney reluctantly opens her eyes. Just that small amount of

effort and movement brings in new waves. Waves of intense nausea. But all Linny can do is

turn her head to the side as she wretches up sea water

and chocolate martinis and whatever those hors d'oeuvres were that they were serving on that

yacht. That memory, the memory of the yacht, blooms in Linney's mind. And as soon as she's done

puking out all of her stomach's contents, she rolls over under her back and stares up at the brilliant blue sky.

Whips of clouds drift by, and she almost drifts with them.

Her eyes wanting to close, her mind wanting to return to its previous nothingness.

But the memory won't let her go, so she rides it out.

The thumping bass of the dance music,

the sweaty bodies all grooving and grinding and getting down.

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