Juanita's Birthday

"Today is my birthday!" Juanita cried, spreading her arms to encompass the sea.

I rolled my eyes, because this was her 22nd birthday in one month. I hated her, and her ridiculous birthday parties.

I refused to keep typing her story, forever stranding her and myself on that seaside cliff. The reader went to their deathbeds without an explanation of the curious words spoken that day.