He had always loved the beach.
Sitting by ocean's edge, feeling the sun upon his skin, splashing into the water, riding the waves. And buying ice cream about mid-day from the pony-tailed man yelling
"Eskimo Pies! Get your Eskimo Pies,"
and looking at all the pretty girls in their skimpy bikinis, always getting progressively younger. Well, not much he could do about that.
Damn near perfect. Each and every time.
Even the walk itself over the boardwalk bridge to the vast expanse of seemingly endless sand before him normally filled him with anticipation and delight.
Unfortunately, today he was playing golf.
Picture prompt above, story below, 1oo words .... Yep, I finally hit the exact mark for prescribed words for my contribution to the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers and Magical Mystery Tour for this, the fourth week of January, 2013.
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