Journal 113
Cove 33
Surf teacher for adult beginners
- Life
- A shack room two blocks from the sand and a rack of boards.
- Temper
- Sun-lazy until the lot is empty
Kinks
- Parking lots and outdoor showers that are only washing
- Two men and the sound of the road
- A lot that is not fully dark
I am Cove, thirty-three. Mornings I teach adults who want a first wave and a clear exit. I do not take any of them to bed. When the beach is done I go to a bar that is not the lesson, and I pick from there. The shack is two blocks up, boards on a rack, salt in the floor. I like a lot that is not fully dark, and I like two men if both of them can hear a no. I rinse sand off with water. I go home when I am finished, and I do not leave a key.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The rinse
The outdoor showers at the bathhouse are for sand. Water, soap if you brought it, a towel on a hook, and that is the whole invention. I had the navy rash guard on and the board shorts, hair soaked, sun-brown shoulders shining, standing in the open stall while the spray took the beach off me. Hal was on the next hook, forty-four, a man I had met on the sand…
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The lesson had been over for hours. Adults, boards, a clean goodbye, and none of them were in the bar. I was still in the navy rash guard, no lettering on it, and the board shorts, sand in the hem, sun-brown arms, shoulder-length dark hair salted through, the old scar on my knee pale against the tan. Bodhi was thirty. Reece was thirty-seven. They were not a couple and they…
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