[center] [h2] [color=lightcoral]The Waves and Water [/color] [/h2] [/center]


[color=lightcoral][i]When I do leave I am going to go somewhere with a real beach. A sandy beach, that is warm all year round. [/i][/color] Maren let out a shiver as she tried to wring all the water out of her pant leg the best that she could while keeping the article of clothing on. One misstep a moment ago found her entire left leg soaked through, jeans, sneakers and all, thanks to a sneaky tide pool. Her shoe and sock were laying a few feet away. They were laid out to dry in a far too optimistic manner. The sun was too far setting and the day too cool at this point to be helpful with drying in any  way what so ever. 

After a few minutes of unproductive drying, Maren had chalked it up to utterly helpless and resolved to leave the beach. It wasn't as though she came down for any particular reason. She'd just been driving home and decided it was a lovely time to stop by the beach and watch the sunset. Which had now come and gone. It fact, it was starting to get quite dark. 

With a sigh, Maren turned, picked up her shoe and started doing a lame half hop half walk off the beach, only putting her foot down about every third step as she made her way up the stairs to the street above the rocky beach. Despite her trying to walk carefully, about the fourth step in, a sharp pain shot through her foot[color=lightcoral] "Mother F-,"[/color] she hissed, sitting on the ground once again, her eyes searching for  what ever had stabbed her in the failing light, but it was futile. Instead, her eyes focused in on the glow of a nearby cafe. 

  Strengthening   her resolve, she took a deep breath and walked awkwardly towards the business. Passing by a semi-familiar face walking past towards the beach. She almost spoke out to her, but  she couldn't find the name and would have felt strange greeting someone that she didn't really know.

 Trying to support her weight on her good foot, while using the toes of her other for balance.  She eventually made it to  the business, pushing the door open, she gimped towards the counter. [color=lightcoral]"Hey..."[/color] she said awkwardly. [color=lightcoral]"Could I...bother you for a rag....and...maybe a pair of tweezers?"[/color] She gave a small smile, trying not to think about the trail of watery blood she must have tracked in there.