Wordle by Wordle: Day 224
Wednesday, Aug 21, 2024
Wordle #1159 – MULCH
Chapter 22.
BEFORE
I didn’t move. I didn’t want to move, maybe ever.
I wiggled my toes in the sand until I sank down to my ankles, letting the frothy waves wash over my feet. Out and back, again and again. The beach was like turbinado sugar, the water like Mountain Dew Baja Blast. But… in a good way. Turquoise and vivid and unreal.
A breath-warm breeze sighed across my face, carrying the briny tang of the ocean chased by a vegetal, almost mulchy odor of seaweed washed up on shore.
Stretching my arms high over my head, I let out a long, satisfied, “Aaah!” Like I was in a commercial for an all-inclusive resort or something.
“Having a good time yet?”
Feet still planted in the sand, I had to twist to look over my shoulder and see Roy.
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