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The beach was packed. The local boys were diving noisily from the rocks beneath the high board. There was a natural, deep pool there when the tide was in and occasionally one of them would answer the jeers of his friends by climbing the ladder and taking the high plunge.
She was standing with her friends, the same two girls, Mary and Collette, the twins, by the ice cream stand. She was wearing a pink bikini; they wore matching turquoise blue swimsuits. She was holding a 99 in one hand. Her other hand was behind her back, half covering one cheek of her pink suited bottom.

Down on the beach on that last day, being a non-swimmer and, embarrassed about that, he paddled and dipped in the shallows, far from the rocks and the diving board where the other boys dived and jeered each other. In the distance, he saw her step out of the water where she swam and for just a moment, a split second, she forgot the hand that protected her pink cheek and he could see why. There was a tiny hole, near the waistband and he caught a brief glimpse of white skin, untouched by the sun.IMG_3939

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10 thoughts on “Down on the beach

  1. A 99, now that is a blast from the past. They were the ice creams with my all time favourite Cadbury’s milk flake chocolate that I always bought to take home from London when I was there, at least 50 pieces.

      • Looks like you know the Swiss way of life (actually I am not too keen on the real Swiss milk chocolate, prefer the dark chocolate – Viva Cadbury’s fruit and nut)

      • Ha, I can’t eat chocolate as I’m a diabetic. There was a stall in my local market that sold wonderful, handmade, dark chocolates, sweetened with agave nectar, which has a low g.i. and is used and should be, more often, as a sugar substitute. Unfortunately, they’re gone. One of their sweet cost €2, so having one was a big treat, usually over a double espresso and a small glass of Armagnac. They always did a six for €10 deal for me. Sigh.

      • I am also diabetic, but that is the fun of it all eating what you are not supposed to. The darker chocolate does not seem to make a lot of difference to the values. don’t drink coffee and very rarely drink alcohol

      • Well, I never really had a sweet tooth but I’m pretty good with my diabetes controls which allows me the odd indulgence. I buy a baton au chocolat, every Saturday, in the market. And I do drink coffee and alcohol

      • I also have a lactose thing, all sorts of stuff arrives when you get older. And I have Menière, at least I think I do, although my doc is sending me for some examinations next week at a local hospital. I have had a scan on my nervous system and head, as well as an x-ray of the thorax. I think I know what he will find. Next week it is a lumber puncture to examine the liquor in my back and then I get the big result. Yes we all have these surprises when we get older. My son had a general examination a couple of weeks ago. He is now 42, and now has to inject insulin once a day. I am still on tablets.

      • I remember you telling me about your son. I asked if he’s had a ferritin test to check the iron level in his blood? I haven’t a clue what menie`re is. Sorry, couldn’t get that accent in the right place.

      • Menière comes from the inner ear and you tend to lose your balance if not careful. I have had a few weird falls over the past years and my doc referred me to a nerologist after the last fall and now I am having all sorts of weird examinations. I think my son is ok with the iron. He had just ignored the symptoms for a while and now he is getting the right treatment. He has already noticed an improvement.

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