A dog plus a sandy beach… what could go wrong?

Dog: Let me off the lead. Sarah: I don’t trust you, dog. Dog: Let me off the lead. Lucy: Don’t trust him… looks at those eyes, their eyes of a misbehaver. Dog: I’ll be good, let me off the lead. Rachel:¬†Guys let him off! He will be good look at him! Rachel begins to snuggle…

A note carried by waves

A note carried by waves. The water shivers With the weight of the bottle, Surface bubbling Eager to throttle. A note carried by waves. Saltwater licking the glass Tounge savouring the taste, The sea swirls Currents beginning the chase. A note carried by waves. The storm begins to brew Ocean angry to read, Words fighting…