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Today we have an excerpt from Dawn’s Desire, Prairie Smoke Ranch #1!
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After the meal, Bishop bounded into the garage, slipping around his mother’s tiny Honda, to where there were several surfboards resting on racks. He shimmied up onto the hood of the car, removed two boards, one yellow and one white, and handed them to me. Then we spent a few minutes waxing the long boards, which seemed dangerous to me. I mean, how were we to stand on waxy, slipper boards? Bishop explained that waxing a board was not like waxing a car. Surfboard waxing applied an anti-slip surface for your feet.
“The beach is only a short walk,” he stated after the waxing was completed. Boards under our arms, our noses white with sunscreen, we set off for the beach. “This isn’t what the whole of La Jolla looks like,” he explained as we made our way through the weaving roads of El Destiny Cottage Community. “There are places like Bird Rock with mansions that cost millions sitting right on the beach.”
As we left his old neighborhood behind, I could pick up the smell of the sea. The sun was hot, the wind strong, and the man at my side was thrumming with excitement. Once our feet were on sand, Bishop sat down and patted the sand beside him. I took a deep breath and let my eyes touch on the soft yellow sand and sapphire water rolling to shore.
“Aren’t we supposed to be in the water?” I asked, balancing my yellow board as the roar of the surf and shouts of people washed over me.
“Dude, sit. We’re going to watch the surf for a bit while I relay some things to you that you’ll need to know.”
I glanced out at the sea. The waves looked kind of rowdy to me. So I sat, board at my side, and watched the surf.
“What are we looking for?” I asked after a few moments passed. My bare arms were hot already, the white biceps giving me away as a newbie I was sure.
“Checking out where the waves are breaking, where the other surfers are paddling out, and checking out the skill set of the people out there.”
“Ah.” I scanned the few people on boards. “Are there sharks out there?”
“Yeah.” My eyes flared.
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Well done. Would love to go to the beach and sit watching the waves.
Ahhh. Surfing. and wave watching. What could be better? and watch out for those sharks. Well done!
La Jolla! Such an incredibly beautiful place. I could picture the two of them on the sand watching the waves, which are pretty fierce out there. And sharks? No way would you get me in the water. Love the image, especially as we barrel into winter.
Ah, the beach — my favorite place in the world. Although I’ve never surfed. I could do with a dose of Vitamin Sea right now!
Great scene!
I love the imagery. I can see the boards, feel the hot sand, and hear the noise on the beach. Great job!