Livvy had some time off, miraculously, although it was only the latter part of one day, and decided to visit the beaches of Easthaven. Pebbleway Cove seemed like the most accessible option and when she pulled into the parking lot for the entrance to the beach in her trusty car - long ago repaired from the incident with Flaming Man - a few other cars were already parked. Swimmers or strollers, it was a beautiful day and she didn't mind the company. Some folks were self-conscious of how they looked in a swimsuit. Livvy was not one of those people. She was very comfortable in her own skin, even though there were still faint scars on her left side from her accident at the pond when she was fourteen.
The teenage Livvy had, unintentionally, done a great job of harming herself.
Concealing her knapsack/purse in the car and locking it, she walked along the path to the wooden fence with a double-wide set of gates set in it. It was an official but casual barrier and Livvy liked that. It was early in the season, though, so there was no lifeguard sitting on the tall perch with the life preservers hanging on the side of the small hut at the top. She was a good swimmer, but still glad others were around, just in case.
Some people were even in the water, which was her goal. She staked out a patch of dirt near the irregular line where the pebbles started, dropped her sports bag and stripped down the her bright, yellow bikini. It was still a bit cool, but the season started in May back home and she didn't mind cold water. She crouched to remove her snug swimming slippers from the bag, put them on and tucked her clothes away. The slippers would help protect her feet from anything sharp or uncomfortable once she was in the water. It wasn't a perfect solution, but she would be doing very little walking.
Livvy looked down the beach at the other people braving the early spring weather. There was an older couple, wading through the water, holding hands. She smiled. Her parents were like that with one another. There were a few teens taking in the sights and from their gestures and laughter, potentially daring one another to go in the water. There was also a man and a girl with a dog, playing Frisbee. A few other people were sitting in lawn chairs they had brought with them, watching some children play on the sand.
It wasn't home, but it had a good vibe.
The teenage Livvy had, unintentionally, done a great job of harming herself.
Concealing her knapsack/purse in the car and locking it, she walked along the path to the wooden fence with a double-wide set of gates set in it. It was an official but casual barrier and Livvy liked that. It was early in the season, though, so there was no lifeguard sitting on the tall perch with the life preservers hanging on the side of the small hut at the top. She was a good swimmer, but still glad others were around, just in case.
Some people were even in the water, which was her goal. She staked out a patch of dirt near the irregular line where the pebbles started, dropped her sports bag and stripped down the her bright, yellow bikini. It was still a bit cool, but the season started in May back home and she didn't mind cold water. She crouched to remove her snug swimming slippers from the bag, put them on and tucked her clothes away. The slippers would help protect her feet from anything sharp or uncomfortable once she was in the water. It wasn't a perfect solution, but she would be doing very little walking.
Livvy looked down the beach at the other people braving the early spring weather. There was an older couple, wading through the water, holding hands. She smiled. Her parents were like that with one another. There were a few teens taking in the sights and from their gestures and laughter, potentially daring one another to go in the water. There was also a man and a girl with a dog, playing Frisbee. A few other people were sitting in lawn chairs they had brought with them, watching some children play on the sand.
It wasn't home, but it had a good vibe.