Wordle #1160 – BRUTE
“I dunno…” I grinned as Roy sidled up beside me and squeezed his arm around my waist. His sunscreen smelled like piña coladas. “The view’s okay, I guess.”
Roy shook his head at me with a look of mock disappointment, unable to hide a smile.
“Guess I’ll just have to try harder next anniversary,” he sighed.
“Here, go stand in front of the so-so view and I’ll take a picture.”
Playfully, I pushed Roy away from me and gestured at the crystalline waters, the verdant hills in the distance cupping the beach, so bright and lush that it almost hurt to look at them.
Roy hated having his photo taken but decided to humor me. It was a special occasion, after all. After giving me a quick peck on the cheek, he jog-splashed away, placing himself in a strategically picturesque spot along the water’s edge.
Just as I trained my phone on him, he yelped in surprise—a loud whoop punctuated by a single, “Ha!” I snapped a photo.
“Did you see that?” Roy said laughingly, still startled but also excited. He pointed at a crab scuttling away from him across the wet sand. A big red thing with burly claws and a furrowed expression, looking very much like a sunburned bodybuilder. “He ran right across my foot! Nearly took my toe off.”
“Oh, wow, what a brute!” I teased, taking a moment to admire the photo before getting one of the crab, too.
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