Wonders - Day 4
It was another beautiful day down at the beach. The sand was clear, the water clear, and the sun hot. Since it was a Thursday, the beach was not too crowded, populated mainly by tourists and high school/college kids out of school.
Two fourteen year old boys sat on the sand, bored. They had scoped out the beach and settled in about twenty feet from a group of high school senior girls. The four girls had their towels, blankets, radios, purses, beach bags, and sun tan lotion spread out around them. They were deep into their tanning positions, soaking up as much sun as they could before the big Summer dance scheduled for that weekend.
“I wonder …”
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No one noticed the lone man jogging down by the water. People jogged up and down the beach all the time. But this man was different. While most joggers stared straight ahead at the path in front of them, this man kept his eye on the people on the beach. While most joggers wore sunglasses and a hat, this man’s glasses were huge, and his hat was pulled down so low, you almost couldn’t see his nose.
Just as the man approached the boys area of the beach, he veered left. He didn’t change his pace at all, but smoothly jogged past the boys, and then past the four senior girls.
Julie, the senior girl on the outside of the line of four, raised her head to see who just went by, and then calmly laid her right arm out to make sure her purse was still there. Julie was the most paranoid of the four, taking ribbing for it all the time.
“MY PURSE”
Two of the three other girls raised up.
“MY PURSE. ITS GONE.”
The fourth took the towel off her face and instead of looking at Julie, looked down the beach at the jogger who had rejoined the surf and was still jogging at a relaxed pace.
“There it is Julie. That man has it.”
Both Joey and Timmy had been lazily keeping an eye on the girls – more from a “wait until they turn over to see if anything fell off” than from a guardian mode. They leapt to their feet and began to chase the man.
Julie yelled, “That man stole my purse,” and the boys picked up their pace. Joey was the faster of the two, running the anchor leg on the 4 x 400 relay at school. Timmy was the stronger of the two, and fast, but not quite as fast as Joey.
“Joey, you catch him and slow him down. I’ll be right behind you if you need any help.”
Joey increased his pace, with Timmy slowly falling behind.
Somehow the man realized he was being chased and picked up his pace, until he was at a full run. Joey continued to gain on him, until the man realized there was no use running anymore. So he stopped and turned to face his 14 year old pursuer.
“What’s you doing, kid?”
“I’ve come to get the girl’s purse back.”
“This purse? I don’t think so.”
“I’m afraid you are wrong. I will get the purse back. Besides, it doesn’t match your running shoes.”
The man smiled at the brazen attitude of this 14 year old boy, but then reached behind his back and from somewhere, produced an eight inch knife.
“Like I said kid, I don’t think so. Now beat it.”
Joey stared at the knife for a second and then back up at the man.
A blur rushed by Joey and slammed into the man’s mid-section. It was Timmy. Both tumbled to the sand, the knife escaping the man’s hand with the impact.
“About time Timmy,” mumbled Joey as he retrieved the knife.
Timmy jumped up and stood over the man, ready to do what was necessary to retrieve the purse.
“Here is your purse. Man, you guys take this way too seriously.”
A low, rumbling voice joined the group from behind Joey.
“We also take it seriously.”
It was John, the Beach Police Officer. His six foot six, muscled frame towered over the man, insuring there would be no further confrontations.
“Thanks boys. You did great. We have been trying to catch this guy for some time.”
John picked up Julie’s purse and handed it to Timmy.
“Can you give this back to the rightful owner?”
“You bet,” is all Timmy could say.
When they had returned to the four senior girls, Timmy handed the purse back to Julie.
“My gawd, I saw the whole thing. You were so brave. Thank you so much.” And then she leaned over and gave Timmy a big kiss on his quickly blushing cheek.
One of the other girls moved over to Joey.
“And you were so fast.”
Her kiss was received by Joey’s cheek with the same blushing manner as
Timmy’s.
Julie looked directly at Timmy and asked, “Do you have a date for the Summer’s dance this weekend?”
Timmy shook his head no.
“Would you like to take me?” she asked seductively.
Joey’s girl joined the conversation, “and you me?”
Both boys nodded yes. Life was great. Really great.
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“How come you were the muscled one Timmy?”
“It doesn’t matter, you got a girl too.”
“Yeah, guess your right. At least I got a girl too.”
Two fourteen year old boys sat on the sand, bored. They had scoped out the beach and settled in about twenty feet from a group of high school senior girls. The four girls had their towels, blankets, radios, purses, beach bags, and sun tan lotion spread out around them. They were deep into their tanning positions, soaking up as much sun as they could before the big Summer dance scheduled for that weekend.
“I wonder …”
----
No one noticed the lone man jogging down by the water. People jogged up and down the beach all the time. But this man was different. While most joggers stared straight ahead at the path in front of them, this man kept his eye on the people on the beach. While most joggers wore sunglasses and a hat, this man’s glasses were huge, and his hat was pulled down so low, you almost couldn’t see his nose.
Just as the man approached the boys area of the beach, he veered left. He didn’t change his pace at all, but smoothly jogged past the boys, and then past the four senior girls.
Julie, the senior girl on the outside of the line of four, raised her head to see who just went by, and then calmly laid her right arm out to make sure her purse was still there. Julie was the most paranoid of the four, taking ribbing for it all the time.
“MY PURSE”
Two of the three other girls raised up.
“MY PURSE. ITS GONE.”
The fourth took the towel off her face and instead of looking at Julie, looked down the beach at the jogger who had rejoined the surf and was still jogging at a relaxed pace.
“There it is Julie. That man has it.”
Both Joey and Timmy had been lazily keeping an eye on the girls – more from a “wait until they turn over to see if anything fell off” than from a guardian mode. They leapt to their feet and began to chase the man.
Julie yelled, “That man stole my purse,” and the boys picked up their pace. Joey was the faster of the two, running the anchor leg on the 4 x 400 relay at school. Timmy was the stronger of the two, and fast, but not quite as fast as Joey.
“Joey, you catch him and slow him down. I’ll be right behind you if you need any help.”
Joey increased his pace, with Timmy slowly falling behind.
Somehow the man realized he was being chased and picked up his pace, until he was at a full run. Joey continued to gain on him, until the man realized there was no use running anymore. So he stopped and turned to face his 14 year old pursuer.
“What’s you doing, kid?”
“I’ve come to get the girl’s purse back.”
“This purse? I don’t think so.”
“I’m afraid you are wrong. I will get the purse back. Besides, it doesn’t match your running shoes.”
The man smiled at the brazen attitude of this 14 year old boy, but then reached behind his back and from somewhere, produced an eight inch knife.
“Like I said kid, I don’t think so. Now beat it.”
Joey stared at the knife for a second and then back up at the man.
A blur rushed by Joey and slammed into the man’s mid-section. It was Timmy. Both tumbled to the sand, the knife escaping the man’s hand with the impact.
“About time Timmy,” mumbled Joey as he retrieved the knife.
Timmy jumped up and stood over the man, ready to do what was necessary to retrieve the purse.
“Here is your purse. Man, you guys take this way too seriously.”
A low, rumbling voice joined the group from behind Joey.
“We also take it seriously.”
It was John, the Beach Police Officer. His six foot six, muscled frame towered over the man, insuring there would be no further confrontations.
“Thanks boys. You did great. We have been trying to catch this guy for some time.”
John picked up Julie’s purse and handed it to Timmy.
“Can you give this back to the rightful owner?”
“You bet,” is all Timmy could say.
When they had returned to the four senior girls, Timmy handed the purse back to Julie.
“My gawd, I saw the whole thing. You were so brave. Thank you so much.” And then she leaned over and gave Timmy a big kiss on his quickly blushing cheek.
One of the other girls moved over to Joey.
“And you were so fast.”
Her kiss was received by Joey’s cheek with the same blushing manner as
Timmy’s.
Julie looked directly at Timmy and asked, “Do you have a date for the Summer’s dance this weekend?”
Timmy shook his head no.
“Would you like to take me?” she asked seductively.
Joey’s girl joined the conversation, “and you me?”
Both boys nodded yes. Life was great. Really great.
----
“How come you were the muscled one Timmy?”
“It doesn’t matter, you got a girl too.”
“Yeah, guess your right. At least I got a girl too.”
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