Time, Tide and Tom
It was a wet and windy day as Tom slowly made his way over the rocks near his home. He was bored. If it had been a warm and sunny day, he could have watched the girls sunbathing and perhaps, if he had the courage, even talked to them, but not today. The only birds about were seagulls, and they were of no interest except as target practice. He threw a pebble at the nearest one and sent it noisily back into the air.
Scanning the coastline, Tom saw what looked like a body lying on the rocks near the water, and he slowly made his way towards it. He was thinking as he went that this was not the weather to be sunbathing, and certainly not in that position—half on the rocks and half in the water. He was not sure what he would find. At 14 he was all for meeting girls, and this
