They stood there for a while until the southern route cleared. Ran across the three remaining lanes and made it to the beach.
Garrett peeled off his suit jacket, managed to remove his shoes while standing. But he went no farther.
Standing in the sand, watching as his life partner ran coltishly toward the breakers. Lifting up the hem of her red dress, luxuriant hair fanning.
She reached the water’s edge, bent and scooped. Splashed like a toddler.
Too far to hear her, her slender back to me. But I knew she was laughing.