Garn Goes to the Beach?

Image by David Miller from Pixabay

Garn the Magnificent wriggled his toes in the sand and closed his eyes as a gentle ocean breeze ruffled his hair.

“Ah! This is the life,” he thought as he took a sip of his delightfully fruity Earth drink – complete with a tiny umbrella perched near the rim of the glass.

It had been a stressful few months – with multiple trips in and out of a contagion-ridden planet.  He was currently quarantined on Earth – again – with his sort of good friend Carol.

“But no matter,” he murmured appreciatively as he settled back into his lounge chair.  He had the sun, the sand, and a large pitcher of frozen drinks – really everything he needed for a perfect tropical vacation.

However, his idyllic afternoon was soon disrupted by a horrific screeching sound.

“Garn!”  There was the sound of loud, angry footsteps and then Carol popped into view. “What the heck are you doing?”

Garn adjusted his sunglasses and slid a little lower into his beach chair – in a futile attempt to block out his friend’s angry glare.  “Just trying to enjoy a little sun,” he said lazily.  “You should try it sometime – because you are really far too tense.”

Carol closed her eyes and her lips moved as she silently counted back from ten.  “I’m all for a beach trip – to an actual beach,” she said through clenched teeth.  “But did you really have to dump sand into the middle of my living room?”


Happy Thursday, Friends.   I hope you’re enjoying your summer – safely 😊.

1 Comment

  1. Jean De Muzio

    You know Carol I think Garn should start calling you his special friend- rather than his sort of good friend.
    Thanks for the blog! But I’d like to know how are you ever going to get all that sand out of your living room?

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