A lie. A bureaucratic lie. The beach wasn’t being re-nourished. The lifeguard stand was fully staffed. The only thing being re-nourished was the county’s appetite for ticket revenue.
He sighed. “No. I haven’t.” He waved a hand. “Back it off, Mikey.” parking siesta key beach
Leo threw himself in front of the tow truck. The driver, a teenager with a nose ring, hit the brakes. a teenager with a nose ring
Leo sat down. He looked at the impossible turquoise water, the white quartz sand, the smiling faces of a thousand people who had no idea how close they came to disaster. the white quartz sand