Come to the beach, they said. It will be fun, they said. Youâ€™ll have a great time, they said.
She shouldnâ€™t have listened, shouldnâ€™t have been so easily led. She knew she hated the beach. She tried to avoid the sun by staying inside or in the shade, but there was no shade on the beach. She was hot and uncomfortable.
Sand was everywhere. In-between her toes, on her clothes, in her hair and, worst of all, in her food. She hated the sand.
She needed a shower, longed for one.
And then, to her delight only, the rain started.