Drake and Palmer have shared this bench for the past thirty years. The slats are bare of paint from Drake daily occupying the west end and Palmer the east. They meet every morning to enjoy the sunrise over the ocean, and watch the families and young people slowly filling up the beach.
“That family under the green and white striped beach umbrella, for fifty,” said Drake.
“Right oh. Those two girls sunbathing on the purple blanket,” said Palmer.
The old friends leaned back on the bench expectantly. After a brief wait, the village church bell began ringing Terce.
Palmer pointed, “Over there.”
An overweight bather in striped blue trunks suddenly vanished, instantly swallowed by the beach sand. After a few moments, sand erupted upward from the spot and a pair of blue swim trunks fell back to the beach.
“No winner,” said Drake.
“See you tomorrow, then,” Palmer agreed.
150 words. Inspired by this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt: