At the Beach — Beachfront Encounter

Here we go again. Another round of some great micro-novels by a few Beachwalk Press authors. For the next few weeks, we will be posting another installment of our stories on our blogs, then our wonderful publisher will put them all together into At the Beach, Vol. 2 for your enjoyment.

So you haven’t gotten the first volume of free read stories yet? Just click on the link here.

Here’s part one of my story.

Beachfront Encounter

Water splashed over her feet as Tessa Browning wandered down the beach toward the old fishermen’s shack at the end of the pier. She kicked at the white sand, sending a clump of it high into the air as sweat pooled under her skimpy t-shirt and short shorts. The skin of her less than tanned legs and arms burned under the hot sun, even through the thick layer of sun tan lotion. She lifted the edge of her sleeveless shirt and wiped wetness from her face with the edge.

What the hell am I doing here anyway?

Tessa stopped abruptly and glanced out at the gently rolling waves of the ocean. Sweat formed over her forehead again, drops of it sliding into her eyes and down her sun-flushed cheeks. Why was she here, at Huntington Beach, about ready to meet her dead twin brother’s best friend? Why was she allowing Van’s pain in the ass ghost to override her better judgment?

She must be insane.

Since as far back as she could remember, she’d always been aware of Van. He could be miles away, or in the next room, yet she always knew what he was thinking. He had been thousands of miles away, in the sands of Afghanistan, when she’d heard his thoughts for the last time. It’d been a shock to her system the first time she’d reached out to him and heard nothing. She shivered now as the psychic pain of his death rattled her, like it did that cold, dark night.

Van had wanted her to meet his friend, Peter. They’d had it all arranged until…that horrible day. She doubted the man would show up at the meeting place now, yet Tessa still felt the need to follow through on her brother’s plans. According to Van, the man was prefect for her.

“Maybe he won’t be here,” she spoke out loud.

He’s here.

Damn. And here she thought her brother’s death would sever their weird twin link.

Some times it was a bitch being psychic. When he’d died three months ago, a part of her had died too. Tessa would probably always feel his loss like if she’d lost her own eye sight or hearing.

Or had her legs destroyed by a suicide bomber.

That’s what had killed her brother and the rest of his patrol, except for Sgt. Peter Green.

Tessa glanced at her limbs now, reaching her hand down to feel over them. She swallowed the ghost pain past the real ache of her sorrow. Slowly, hopefully, her aching would dissolve the same way Van’s had done.

It will, Tess.

“Oh, leave me be.” Tessa grumbled as she glanced around her. “I’m going to see you stupid friend, so go away.”

Pete needs you.

To be continued next Monday.

Don’t forget to go read part one of Mr. Right Now by Elise Whyles today.

And on Wednesday, you can go to the Spicy Authors  blog to read Part two of Jaye Shields’ Sacred Sands.

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