The beach parking lot was jammed with cars. Outside their blue rental, Samantha stretched her stiff limbs while Jeff rummaged in the back seat for snacks and towels. A tow truck clanked its chains and ground its gears in the midst of hauling away one of several abandoned vehicles, the windshields dusted with a week’s worth of windblown sand.
According to the glossy pamphlet, the rocky headlands and clustered islands sheltered turquoise waves, and the soft sand welcomed blankets and picnics. All inviting. But after days of battling crowds of tourists, the feature that most appealed to Sam was the promised solitude. Unfortunately, Tranquil Cove didn’t look like it would live up to its reputation.
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I read that over at Diana’s. What a riot. It’s such a fab take!
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I loved it too.
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Thanks again for the great prompt and for sharing, Sue. It was such a fun way to dip my toe back into writing and blogging. 🙂
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It is always lovely to see your name pop up 🙂
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