Saturday, June 29, 2013

A Soaking

The biggest of the three ladies in the group is examining their portion of the beach worriedly. "It looks like this is the waterline," she says pointing to a spot a few feet beyond where they've already begun laying down their equipment: beach towels, blankets, and boogie boards, all sheltered beneath the piece de resistance, a beach umbrella that seems to have been fabricated from the hide of a murdered and skinned muppet.

She's right, of course - we saw tide roll up the beach and soak everyone, including us, scattering the former inhabitants of the very spot into which they've decided to settle. 

Her friends all seem to ignore her, though, and we watch to see what will happen as the waves break higher and higher, edging once again ever closer, bringing with them their inevitable karmic lesson for those who will not see what's right in front of them.

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