Nigel’s wife said he was the most careless individual she had ever known, and now he had dropped one of the gold cuff links she had given him for their anniversary here at the beach in the sand. He wasn’t sure if the tide had washed the cuff link out to sea or if some clam or oyster had sucked it up, but he was going to be in trouble if he couldn’t find it soon. . . . . David, Sf.G.
The usual beach crowd didn’t mind when kids from Indiana or Nebraska came to try their hand at surfing; the regulars would gladly share the beach. They were, however, more than a little tired of hearing the newbies’ bad imitations of Brian Wilson and the Beach Boys singing “I wish they all could be California gulls”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Tina knew that Little Blue Herons were, well, blue, but hopefully she would knock their socks off with her fancy added highlights at the party Friday . . . . David, Sf.G.
Lizzie (not pictured) couldn’t decide if Jeff, her fiance (pictured, under water), had gotten cold feet about getting married and was heading back out to sea to avoid the humiliation of calling off the wedding or if he had forgotten to download the updates for his GPS . . . . David, Sf.G.
Patrick had always been a party guy–no wife and family for him–“party on, dude” was his motto. One day he noticed that all his friends and party buddies were married and had kids, and he began to wonder if maybe the winds of change weren’t making him lean in that direction as well. . . . . David, Sf.G.
While Angie didn’t have a bad voice and looked pretty darn good, she was no Cher or Madonna–not even Cyndie Lauper–but still she had to be center stage, out front whenever the girls got together to do Karaoke. She had dreams of a recording contract, maybe even the movies, but her friends knew how that would end up: Prom queen this year, three babies, an ex-jock husband working at the mill, and a minivan in five years. Oh well, they thought, it doesn’t hurt to dream. . . . . David, Sf.G.