Wanda peered through the binoculars, scanning the beach and its busy afternoon crowd. Sunbathers, swimmers, people everywhere.
The noise was only a murmur over the ocean sounds; the waves, wind, and gulls.
Wanda looked at the swimmers in the shallows, but all was good there.
A dark blot in the water caught her eye, and she focused her binoculars out in the water.
A swimmer, further out than they should be. Wanda was about to raise the alarm, when she looked again at the head and shoulders bobbing in the waves.
Was that Bucky?
She watched, and though he didn't seem to be moving --despite that dangerous ocean current so far out-- he appeared to be scanning the beach.
Acting on instinct, Wanda grabbed for her red floatie and held it high above her head, waving it back and forth.
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