UPON THE SEASHORE IS A SAILBOAT that captured my attention. I thrust my right hand in pocket, hunching my shoulder, and pulled out my cellular phone.
A chill surged through me as the currents were smoothly rippling with a soft hiss by the breeze. Watching kids to plunge into the crystal blue water, producing a fizzing sound, I took a capture of them under the sun which clobbered on my back as if I were to endure because of, perhaps, the caress of air against my face.
“Hey, are you enjoying the scenery?” I asked, strolling with Acherous by the seashore. “Guess so,” I pondered like I had thought of it carefully.
Walking to a halt, I faced him and slapped him in the forehead. “Bro, I was not expecting this so boring. Come on, talk. I actually prepared for this to make you rejoice,” I so
