Asleep on the beach

Asleep on the beech

 

“I know where we can sleep. Come on!”

I found him by an old upturned boat.

“What do you think?”

I surveyed the flakey blue paint, the damp exposed wooden slats, the tendrils of seaweed. “I’m game if you are,” I said.

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