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.
Larry didn’t really want a divorce–he had no idea his wife was thinking of a divorce until his buddy, Gregg, texted him and said the process server was looking for him. Trying to keep a low profile, Larry hung back in the bushes; he realized it wasn’t great cover, but on the beach the options are somewhat limited. Maybe if he stood real still. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Jeanny and Bob had been driving down the remote Texas beach all day in four wheel drive to fish and play in the surf, and they were getting tired. Up ahead a hotel came into view, and it didn’t look like a typical mainstream chain-hotel sort of place. The unusual decor drew them closer, when suddenly their car stereo turned itself on and began playing, “Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely place.”. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Carmen was in a quandary; she really needed new shoes and had saved the money to get them. Then, this gorgeous hunk of a guy started working in the same department; should she take the money and go to Payless and get ten pairs of cheap shoes or show a little class and blow it all on a pair of Jimmy Choos and hope for the best?. . . . . David, Sf.G.
The bank had seen a disturbing trend; before leaving their homes when evicted, the upside-down mortgagees took everything that wasn’t nailed down–and quite a few things that were–and sold them on Craigslist, leaving the bank’s collateral nothing but a shell. Perhaps, they thought in retrospect, they should have been a little more careful whom they had provided mortgages for. Gastropods and mollusks had been particularly troublesome . . . . David, Sf.G.