“the weather’s nice” said sam.
“yes it is. and i’d love to sit down on the sand and talk about it some more. but the sun is a-rising and the day is a-wasting.”
“and the waves are a-crashing”
“that doesn’t make sense”
“you don’t make sense”
“shut up sam”
“shut up emma”
“let’s go”
so with that they ran, with the damp sand sticking to their damp feet, they ran up to the rocky alcove on the beach which turned out to be a great place to keep supplies. from the niche, sam pulled both of their boards, bumpy with wax and years of use.
then, faster than light, they raced each other to the waters edge, shivering a bit from the cold after entering. the cold didn’t matter though, not compared to the adrenalin pumping through their veins, yearning for a good surf.
“who will get a wave first?”emma proclaimed, in a very serious commentator voice.
“is this a challenge i hear?” sam perked up.
“oh yeah! i’m gonna kick your butt!”
“i’m not so sure about that…”
“well i am!” and emma dove under the water on her board, and was suddenly paddling ten metres ahead of sam.
“wait! em! that’s hardly fair!”
“who said anything about fair!” emma hollered over her shoulder. emma might have been fast but sam was not slow, not at all. within seconds he was next to her, paddling out towards the break.
“we didn’t make a prize.” said sam.
“ok…” they were idle on their boards. “winner gets… all the tim tams!” squealed emma.
“that’s a dangerous bargain you’re making there, little lady, those tim tams sure do taste good.”
“am i am looking forward to eating them.”emma flicked her hair.
“may the best man..”
-“or woman” emma interjected
“win” and they were off. both paddling furiously out towards the break, occasionally turning to try and push one another off their boards, hopefully causing a distraction. their smiles were just visible under the rising sun, which was now prominent on the horizon.
0.3 - waves
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