Louisa had never been to the beach before.
“That’s absolutely unbelievable!” Crystal said when she told her. “Everybody’s been to the beach.”
Louisa was new to the coast. She’d moved to San Diego from landlocked Oklahoma only a few months ago, trading the days at her parents’ cattle ranch for her childhood dream of becoming an actress. She drove out to California in an old Jeep Cherokee that no one thought would make the trip. It survived and managed to carry her from audition to audition once she reached LA.
Most people who had been landlocked their whole lives would have made the beach a priority, but Louisa was only interested in her dreams. The only reason she mentioned the beach to Crystal was because she was getting ready to audition for a part as a lifeguard.
Crystal packed the cooler with bottles of water and Diet Coke. They put on their bikinis and took the Jeep Cherokee to the ocean. It was a balmy spring day. The azure blue sky was punctuated with cotton ball clouds. Seagulls squawked as they swooped through the air. The beach was exactly what Louisa expected, powdery white sand between her toes, groups of people barely dressed oiling themselves to cook in the sun. The briny air was alive with joy. The waves danced in undulated toward the sand. They laid out their beach towels and Crystal popped open a soda. “Let’s get in the water,” Crystal said. She put her soda down and ran toward the Pacific Ocean. [Read more…]