We arrived I think tired the weather was worse than expected especially for a beach. The water tossed and turned and the waves brought sea weed in piles so big that you would have cross it like a small gate in a field. Around the wind moved sand into your socks and your eyes. We were trying to find the ring. It was small in comparison to everywhere it could have been. But we knew the line we walked. And we asked people. It was bright, although the sun couldn’t be seen you still needed sunglasses.
There were three guys at the bar and two took the coffees quick and left with just a word. Goodbye with no hint that they would return. The last one took his
coffee
slower, and finished with a small glass of sparkling water. Swishing it through his mouth and allowing the bubbles to slowly leave. He said he would return. He knew something though seemed different about the day. He was lighter although maybe it was the coffee. In his pocket though there was more weight than his usual keys and the stone he kept from his dad. There was a a ring. He didn’t know this of course. He just felt different.
They would later say he stole it, and his story was too improbable to be true. But for now he felt hopeful and lighter.