Wednesday, May 9, 2012

“My little buttercup...has the sweetest smiiiiiiiiile...” was the song was running itself through Kevin’s brain all day.  The sun was out, he was moseying down the shore, gulls were chirping and diving, the water playfully splashing against the rocks as the waves glided in.  He had just bought a bag of popcorn from the little hut on the beach, which he now munched on as he walked.  His fingers were getting greasy from the oily butter.  At the same moment, the sun was beating down on Ariel, whose feet hurt from the rocky shore she was walking across, barefoot.  The sickening stench of hot buttered popcorn was assailing her has she passed some humming, smiling moron.  The squawking birds made a mess of the rocks and threatened to splatter her with guano.  The water relentlessly beat on the shore.  Futile.  The rocks would never yield to the least not for another million years.

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