Tranquil Cove #Writephoto

photo by Sue Vincent

The beach parking lot was jammed with cars. Outside their blue rental, Samantha stretched her stiff limbs while Jeff rummaged in the back seat for snacks and towels. A tow truck clanked its chains and ground its gears in the midst of hauling away one of several abandoned vehicles, the windshields dusted with a week’s worth of windblown sand.

According to the glossy pamphlet, the rocky headlands and clustered islands sheltered turquoise waves, and the soft sand welcomed blankets and picnics. All inviting. But after days of battling crowds of tourists, the feature that most appealed to Sam was the promised solitude. Unfortunately, Tranquil Cove didn’t look like it would live up to its reputation.

She sighed and read the sign pounded into the sand at the lot’s edge. Someone had hand-scrawled a sloppy “g” on the otherwise formal warning.   “Beware of the grocks. No swimming.” She glanced at her new husband. “What are grocks?”

Jeff smirked and started up the dunes through the quivering beachgrass. “Come on.”

She climbed after him, willing to make the best of it, her toes sinking into the path’s velvet sand. The sound of a gigantic belch reached her ears, and she groaned at the prospect of a mob of drunken rugby players. But when they crested the dunes, an empty beach lay before them. “I can’t believe no one is here.”

“Someone was. Look at all the blankets and towels.”

“And footprints. Where is everyone?”

“Probably exploring the grocks.” He chuckled and headed across the sand to a sweet spot out of the breeze.

Sam helped him spread out their towels. They chowed on granola bars and shared a beer. The beach remained delightfully theirs, and as the sun peeked through the midday clouds, she napped in the rising heat.

Jeff nudged her awake. “Let’s go for a swim. I need to cool off.”

“The sign said ‘no swimming?’”

“Because of dangerous grocks.” He pulled her to her feet. “The sea’s calm, and I can see the bottom. Not a grock in sight.”

She gave in without argument. The water was refreshing, and other than a few rounded rocks, the bottom descended in a gentle slant. She wiped water from her eyes and drifted toward him, pulling herself along the shallow bottom with her hands. He sat on one of the submerged rocks near the shore, staring down at the water.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

He leaned over for a kiss and then resumed his study. “There are bubbles coming from under this rock. What would cause that?”

She sat next to him. Sure enough, tiny air bubbles leaked up around their hard seat. “I have no idea. Some kind of mollusk?”

~

Eric and Penny unloaded their car in the packed parking lot as a tow truck hauled away a sand-strewn blue rental car. A huge belch split the air and Penny laughed. “You didn’t tell me your brother was here.”

“Ha ha ha.” Eric rolled his eyes. “This place isn’t supposed to be crowded.”

Penny glanced up from reading a sign. “Hey, what’s a grock?”

***

Update:

I’m still on hiatus, but figured I’d post something. And what better than a little story based on Sue Vincent’s Thursday #Writephoto prompt?

I’ll be visiting the blogosphere more often and should be back into a routine by mid-August. I miss you! But I’ve been reading between all the busyness, and that’s been wonderfully relaxing.

My parents are doing a little better after 8 months of health issues. Unfortunately, in a couple of weeks, I have to move them a second time. Their new housing will be more suited to their needs, and we’re all eager to get this last change in place.

Happy Blogging!

198 thoughts on “Tranquil Cove #Writephoto

  1. inese says:

    Diana, you are amazing. You find the time and energy to write such a cool story 🙂 Hope your mother’s condition stabilizes soon and you get some relief xxxx

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  2. FreeSpirit says:

    Oh I love this story, I can do photos but not words like you.

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  3. da-AL says:

    beautiful post – sending you & your family my very best ❤

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  4. Vashti Q says:

    Great story, Diana! It’s perfect for the challenge. I hope everything works out with your parents. I wish you and them all the best. ❤

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  5. Sarah says:

    Wonderful story, Diana!! 😄 Next time I go for a swim I will stay away from any tiny air bubbles I see! 😉
    So glad to hear your parents are feeling a little bit better and I’ll keep my fingers crossed for a smooth second move! Take care! ❤

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    • Thanks Sarah. I’m glad you enjoyed the silly story. My mom is failing fast now (she had a stroke), so I’ll be away a little longer. But no regrets at all. I can’t wait to be back to blogging and visiting. ❤

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      • Sarah says:

        Oh no! I am so very sorry to hear that, Diana! That must be so hurtful to watch. Never ever even think of blogging when there are more important things to do, like spending precious time with your mom. Wishing you and your family all the best! Please take care! ❤

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  6. Purpleanais says:

    Happy to hear you’re having a nice summer, Diana. It’s wonderful news about your parents too. Oh, and I enjoyed the story 🙂

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  7. jomz says:

    Great story! What are grocks?

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  8. Bel says:

    I love the short story. I wanted more…as always. Glad to hear that your parents are doing well. 😊

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  9. areilly88 says:

    I’ve been on hiatus too, but just getting back to make some visits after a few sporadic posts. Glad to hear you’re seeing some light in the near future and that your parents’ health is more stable! 💚

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  10. Nicely done, Diana! Grocks … heh. Hey, if everyone is eaten, who put the ‘g’ on the sign? Anyway, glad to hear your parents are doing better, and glad to hear they will soon be someplace more suitable. On the bright side, they’re much closer than they were 😀

    Enjoy your week!

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  11. Ah, ha, ha. I loved the Grocks, Diana. Something hungry this way comes. No wonder there’s belching. 😀 — Suzanne

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  12. Prior... says:

    Haha – bricks have lunch and the tow truck drivers rack it in too!
    Fun story

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  13. I miss you, Diana! Can’t wait until you return. ❤

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  14. Sigh. You’re back! At least part-time. I devoured your story. Grocks, indeed. I chuckled when the first couple read the sign and ignored it. “Diana has something up her sleeve,” I snickered. Burp!
    Delightful. And delighted that your parents are doing better. Hope this last move is the trick that keeps them well.

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    • Thanks so much for stopping by, Pam. I think I’d ignore that sign too – just graffiti, right? You never know. I head up to Washington again next week, and hopefully by mid-August all will be in much better shape. Then back to blogging and writing. Stay cool and enjoy, my friend. ❤

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  15. It’s good to see you, Diana. I enjoyed reading your story. Sorry to hear that you have to move your parents again and hopefully this will give them a better care. Take care.

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  16. YBP says:

    You clearly have a GIFT Diana! Looking forward to reading more of your work and hearing from you! ❤️

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  17. memadtwo says:

    Your story gave me a smile!
    Good luck with the move, hope all goes smoothly. (K)

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  18. AmyRose🌹 says:

    What a fantastic write, Diana. I was riveted from the get-go! I wish you the very best with your parents and all that must be addressed to get them settled in for a second time. My heart and prayers are with you and your family! 🦋🦋🦋

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