Blowfish

She’d lugged the beach chair, cooler, blanket and tote bag up the dune and down the dune, spread the blanket out against the breeze and placed shoes and shells at the corners. She’d opened the chair to laying position with just the top part propped up and now, adjusting her flowered visor and Ray Ban sun glasses, Mim reached into the cooler for a cold bottle of Dr. Pepper.