[she catches up with him at the edge, where the sand starts to eat away at the green of the brush and the thick lines of tree roots have all petered out. he's a thin silhouette against the rippling blue at the horizon, maybe ten feet away from her and frozen in place, and she doesn't draw any closer than that out of a strange sudden fear that he'll spook.
and then it almost seems like he does -- but no, he's just running for running's sake, because there's nothing around to scare him off that carol can see. except the ocean, maybe.
she slips off her sneakers before she hits the sand and carries them hooked on her fingers, calling after him--]
Take your shoes off, you'll get sand in them! And be careful near the water, I'll be in deep shit if you drown!
[--as she follows behind him at a brisk walk. the sand is cool and soft and slippery underfoot, the occasional stone or remnant of something's shell spiking her so that she has to lift up her foot and brush it off. as the sand gets slicker from the water, she can pick out the occasional tiny crab hole, although she knows she probably won't notice the crabs unless they move.]
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and then it almost seems like he does -- but no, he's just running for running's sake, because there's nothing around to scare him off that carol can see. except the ocean, maybe.
she slips off her sneakers before she hits the sand and carries them hooked on her fingers, calling after him--]
Take your shoes off, you'll get sand in them! And be careful near the water, I'll be in deep shit if you drown!
[--as she follows behind him at a brisk walk. the sand is cool and soft and slippery underfoot, the occasional stone or remnant of something's shell spiking her so that she has to lift up her foot and brush it off. as the sand gets slicker from the water, she can pick out the occasional tiny crab hole, although she knows she probably won't notice the crabs unless they move.]