Red Sky in the Morning
The sun exploded above the horizon, its brilliance sending jolts of pain through my head. The sky, previously an ominous red, flashed to white.
My head began to throb.
“Let’s take a wine cruise,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”
The deck of the big ship rolled, my stomach with it. Such was my misery that I didn't notice the dark clouds forming overhead until they opened up, drenching me instantly. The boat lurched, I lurched with it, over the rail, plummeting to the sea, the barrel which had held last night’s libations following me down.
“Nothing to do but row,” I said.