The Thornhurst Manor overlooks the bay. A short walk down the path was all it took for guests to step out of Victorian Thornvale and enter modern day Brenor Beach. To say the least, it was a popular destination all summer long.
Annie sat on a rock and pulled off her shoes and socks. She wiggled her toes into the sand and grinned. Max knelt down and started shoveling sand out from between his knees. It wasn't a very dignified position, but something about it just felt natural.
"Mr. Maxwell, what are you doing?"
"On a hot day like this, I rather like to lay down and bury myself in the sand. It's nice and cool underneath. Would you like to help me?" ______________________________________________________________
Blackthorn Publications presents: Beachside Buddies: A Short Story
