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NUDE BEACH
A Raw
Tale of Exhibitionism & Terror
What the movie "Jaws" did for going in the water
this book does for going to the beach!
Enjoy the following excerpt of
NUDE BEACH
WHAM!—the door blows
shut, and Janice shouts, “Dammit, Jack, do you have to slam every single door?”
Her
boyfriend smirks from one side of his mouth. “Not me…” He tosses his limp blond
hair like he’s funny or cool. “Wind sucks.”
This
is supposed to be a nice day at the beach but Janice counts three disagreements
with Jack before getting the car. Someone is going to get the lotion but
doesn’t. The other forgets the towels but denies it is their responsibility.
Thankfully, the drinks and food are set. They stop in the carport to confirm
anyway; he wonders about condiments for sandwiches, there are none; do they
really need any? Janice mentions ice—and they realize at the same moment—no ice!
Each one glares at the other, both grimace. “No damn ice!” Janice clenches her
teeth and throws a hand up. “This sucks, traffic’s already bad, it’s a
beautiful day,” she adds. Then, she watches as Jack continue to ponder the cars.
Her fresh farm-girl face hardens further with annoyance. “What’s wrong now?”
“Let’s
take your car. It’s a beach color.”
“Sure,
we can take mine.” She nods at the aqua-green hybrid.
Both move toward the hybrid but Jack makes an abrupt
about-face. “On second thought, let’s take the Impulse. Has better AC.”
“Good!”
Janice replies. “Plus, it’s a shitbox. Who cares if it gets sand?”
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