I faced the entrance to the beach, watching people coming in and going out. They all had masks. Just a reminder of the terrible year I am living through. A gust of wind pushed my hair into my face, so I couldn’t see. I regretted not wearing a hair tie. I turned towards the ocean, and my hair blew behind me, leaving me free to read.
I opened my book, “In Pieces” to a random page. I had read it so many times I didn’t care where I ended up in the story. I could almost recite it. The book didn’t seem that interesting today, so instead I focused my gaze on the water. I saw some big birds, probably seagulls? I pulled out my binoculars to check. Yep, seagulls. They looked like they had found a fish.
I put my binoculars down as a cool wind blew across my face. In the distance, I could see a couple black shapes. I looked through my binoculars and I realized there were three seals. Some other people had noticed them too, because they were getting out of the water as quick as they could. Everyone who lives on Cape Cod knows seals are bad news. Because who eats seals? Sharks. Chances are, if you see a seal, a shark could be right behind it.
A man was pointing out something to his kids to his kids. I quickly turned my head to see what he meant. Through my binoculars, I could see a windsurfer tightly holding on to his sail, as the waves pushed him out further and further. What an amateur. How thick can you get surfing with waves this big, and seals so close!
I turned the dial so I could see him more clearly. I realized he was struggling to get back to shore. I knew he wouldn’t be able to. Not with waves this big and the current so strong.With a pang, I realized he was in his mid-40s. Around the same age as my son, who now lived in Florida with his wife and kids. Then my mind went into panic mode. He was too tired to get back. He needed help...
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