"Walk, Don't Run"
The
sun was starting to set over the water to the west. I had hoped that I would be
able to catch another wave, but these waves were too gnarly to ride in the
dark. I hauled my board over to my woodie and strapped it on the roof.
As
I finished, I noticed a young woman standing nearby. She was wearing one of
those new swimsuits called a bikini, which didn’t cover much. Stringy blonde
hair outlined her oval face, with a small nose and mouth and two beautiful blue
eyes. She might be just a girl, maybe 16, the same age that my daughter
would’ve been.
She approached me cautiously. “I
was watching you out there, Mister. You’re pretty good. Much better than the
high school boys.”
I
squinted at her. “I started surfing before they were even born.”
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