Six Sentence Stories - Coast

A photo seems in order for this post to Six Sentences Stories - Coast, a blog hop hosted by Denise of Girlie on the Edge's Blog. On the other hand, maybe I'll just let you picture it in your mind's eye. Enjoy.

She could hear them coming, closer and closer, but that was okay because she knew as they hit the rocky cliffs near the shore with a resounding splash all her pent up worries would ride out to sea on the ebbing waves.

The coast was the perfect place to escape for a couple of days with a carload of friends during spring break, to walk on the beach looking for sand dollars and agates and to run into the approaching waves with all the energy teenager girls could muster and then just as quickly run back to shore because of the frigidity of the waters.

Before traipsing with all the beach gear to the sandy shores they stopped at a candy store to load up with their favorite soda pop and snacks and of course the freshly made salt water taffy, the kind that was soft and chewy unlike the kind that had hardened while sitting on grocery store shelves back home.

Picking the perfect spot to spread out their colorful beach blankets and sun bathe was a priority of the day, but not the only one.

Not wanting to end up with a sunburn, she slathered on suntan lotion, the kind that was guaranteed to make your skin the color of brand new copper penny if it was used correctly. 

While she listened to the drone of some of the girls conversing about their boyfriends or lack of, she relaxed under the warm sunshine to the point that her backside resembled a not quite ripe tomato because she'd lost track of time and the need for more of the magic penny lotion.