Stories tagged “boardwalk”
-
encounter part 1
My feet scamper along the creaking soft-splintered wood. It feels worn and ready for me. Without shoes, the sun scorches them, so I move quickly. His head hangs at the end of the boardwalk, his chest bare, his slightly-defined muscles sun-kissed and f...
-
encounter part 2
Wait. My neck turns my head, the wind still twirling my hair around its fingers. His mouth opens, ready to speak again. We both hear a rhythmic swishing sound from the other end of the boardwalk. Hey, Pete! Come on, we’re leaving. The swishing is co...