Beach Walker: Chapter 5

Fragile

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I felt compelled to find out what was going on, even though I really, really didn’t want to know. So I headed up the beach, closer to the commotion, as if I were just walking in that general direction anyway. They were all engrossed in their argument and paid me no attention.

Half a dozen youngsters. Probably late teens: four girls and two boys. Most had bundles of driftwood in their…