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"No Means No" By Ellen Hecht (c) 2012 All Rights Reserved

The sky was slightly overcast and there was a breeze coming in from the west along with the tide. Wet sand oozed through the young woman’s toes as she walked the beach just beyond the hiss and bubble of the rushing and retreating waves. Every once in a while she would look over her shoulder to admire her own footprints, the impressions filling with sea water. A little out of breath she stopped and turned. With her hands on her hips she watched as each one of her footprints was erased.
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She was only still for a moment when she felt something bump her ankle. The bottle spun between her feet and rolled down the slight incline towards the foam, along with scrambling sand crabs that had washed ashore at the same time.
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The girl took a few quick strides and caught the bottle just before it would have been swallowed up by a wave. Pleased, she walked farther up the beach and sat down, cradling her find in her hands.
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Classically, almost predictably, the bottle was corked and yes, it appeared to have a note inside. The girl laughed out loud because she knew, no matter what was in the note, if anything, it was such a cliché that it would make an experience like this one difficult to tell to one’s friends. Who would believe it?
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She took out the swollen cork with some difficulty. After two or three tries with her finger, she opted for a stick to fish the note from the bottle.
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Setting the bottle down in the sand beside her, she unrolled the note.

It said,

“Dear Shirley:
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I love you and want us to get back together. I keep leaving messages on your phone but you don’t return my calls.
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If you find the bottle with this note and you aren’t Shirley, please throw it back into the ocean.
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Alex”
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After reading it, she looked up and scanned the horizon for a moment. The note re-rolled itself into a tubular shape and she replaced it into the bottle, then pushed the cork back in.
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A few minutes went by before she stood up, dusted the sand from her backside and walked resolutely to the water’s edge. She swung her arm out and lobbed the bottle as far as she could into the sea and walked back the way she’d come.
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She didn’t need to look back. Shirley knew her footprints were filling with water and would quickly be wiped away by the sea.

The End

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"No Means No" By Ellen Hecht (c) 2012 All Rights Reserved

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