Story!

Here's the next installment, gals, although I'm not sure it's so good as the last two....


The three divas huddled together on the golden shore of St. Augustine, looking anxiously out across the ocean into the turbulent waters. Katie trotted over to them and sat woefully at their feet, lifting her eyebrows in an attempt to look cute and somehow dispel the worries of the morning. But the ladies were not to be calmed.
Psyche especially seemed riled; she left the huddle to begin pacing back and forth near the water's edge, almost daring some invisible force to come reckon with her. Venus and Aphrodite watched her with mounting concern.
"I trusted him!" Psyche howled with rage, "I trusted this to him and look how he treats me." She whipped her head back around to survey her companions. "Do you believe this, girls?"
"Well," Aphrodite began tentatively, "it might not be so bad."
"Are you kidding me?!" Psyche growled at the injustice surrounding her. "If either of you knew the fullness of the situation, you'd think differently."
"Now that we're here, however," Venus commented, "we might as well do with it what we can. Problem solve."
The others nodded but didn't seem convinced. Aphrodite was still holding the bottle that had washed ashore rather disdainfully. Venus fixed her eyes on it and examined it for a moment, then grasped it in her fingers, holding it up toward the rising sun's rays. She paused thoughtfully for a moment, then opened her lips to speak, but was silenced by Psyche.
"There's no good in that," Psyche warned, "You'll only make it worse. Let's throw it back out to sea."
"Wait," Venus said quickly, snatching the bottle back from Psyche's outstretched hand. "You saw what was in here, right?"
Both of her friends nodded with solid frowns.
"A lot of good sand does us," Aphrodite snapped under her breath.
"On a seashore, no less," Psyche added ruefully. She made another fist and shook it for good measure at the vast ocean.
"But girls," Venus stated, her eyes glowing so brightly, she could hardly conceal her growing excitement. "What if this isn't normal sand, but--"
"Normal sand?" Psyche repeated dubiously, "What else but normal sand!?"
Venus tipped the bottle over so that the few grains left inside trickled into her palm. She guarded them carefully, cupping her other hand over the first.
"Does anybody know what day it is?" Venus asked with a grin.
"I think it's Friday," Aphrodite answered slowly. But something was beginning to dawn on her as well. Psyche, too, though still irked, appeared to be thinking deeply and tilted her head as she watched Venus holding the sand.
"Is it Friday?" Psyche inquired rhetorically. Now she was smiling as well.
For her part, Katie stood up and began wagging her tail, noticing the change in the divas' mood.
"What if we had been sent. . . ," Aphrodite began with a twinkle in her eye. Then the others finished the question with her: ". . . the sands of time!?"