Monday, November 12, 2012

Depoe Bay

“Why can’t we have nice beaches, like in California?” Dani asked aloud as she hopped to another rock on the jetty. The air was chilly, and the wind rolled through her hair like waves on the sand. She stumbled, and Peter bent to catch her before she fell. 

“You are always complaining. It’s fucking beautiful here,” he muttered as he helped her stand. He knew she would have complained if he hadn’t brought her on this little weekend trip to the coast. He just couldn’t win. 

“You know me, Pete. Easily pleased, but never satisfied.” She was beaming. She thought she was being cute. “Yeah, I know.” Pete mumbled as they reached the end of the jetty. There was nothing before him but the sea.