For visually challenged writers, the image shows a seashore with a clear, turquoise sea, bordered by small islands and a rocky headland.
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
“Quit pushing me, you brute,” Susan said, laughing as she said it.
John pushed her down in the sand and held her there laughing in her face.
“Now I’m covered in sand, you definitely are a brute.”
“Don’t worry, there is plenty of water out there to clean yourself off.” He picked her up and took her over to the water and walked in far enough she would go under when he dropped her.
She came up spluttering and cursing him out. “Now you messed up my hair and got my new suit wet. It wasn’t for swimming, you, idiot.”
“Then what is for then?”
“Do I have to spell it all out for you, John?”
“I don’t understand you, females.”
“Oh John,” she said, sighing and pushing her wet hair out of her eyes.
“You might as well go scuba diving, and I will go find someone interested in me.”
“Susan, what are you talking about. I thought you wanted to go swimming since you were showing your new suit off.”
“That just goes to show you how much of a boy you still are. I was all dressed up for you. I fixed my hair and got a new swimsuit and you didn’t even notice.”
“For me? Why me? How about some clarity here?”
“Oh, using such big words doesn’t make you a man.”
“What makes me a man Susan?”
She leaned over and gave him a long kiss. “That should give you an idea.” She picked up her bag and left for the house.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author – http://www.finallyawriter.com (this blog contains my old work mostly although occasionally I do add something new here), new work is mainly on this blog http://www.tessacandoit.com
Author of a book, a work in progress on the blog, https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.