#threads: foster

It was the middle of the night, the moon high in the star filled sky. He stood on a boardwalk near the ocean front, staring off into the horizon. The only light was that which came from the bright and full moon. The wind rustled the bushes, palm leaves swaying with the breeze. The night was a bit cooler than it had been lately. Foster leaned up against the railing, his mind wandering back to better times. Footsteps in the distance caught his attention, and without turning his gaze in their direction, he spoke, his voice cold and distant. “It’s quite late out... One could catch their death out here.”