The dunes are scattered with pebbles, lolly sticks and cigarette butts.
Paddle boats are aligned a few steps from water’s edge. A whale-sized lady is stranded beside one of them, her towel sprinkled with sand, one corner of it folded on her knee. A tall tanned guy hops down from a high chair and sashays to the pole on the left. Seconds later, a yellow flag has replaced the white one.
Three girls tiptoe on a trail of crumbled sea shells and pass a couple who is strolling on the shore. All styles of beachwear are represented here: fluo bikinis, leopard print swimsuits and floral trunks, as well as sober navy slips and classic black two-pieces.
Children splash in the low water. Near a buoy, a slim, yet toned man rows on a small red boat. He’s wearing a whistle around his neck. Various heads appear and disappear behind the waves.
The beach resort boy pants while he drags some chairs on the sand. Now, he has to close all the umbrellas. He pulls a tuft of hair aside. This is going to be a long day at the beach.
Written in response to Writing 101, Day Eight: Death to Adverbs