The sun's rays caressed in a pleasant way his cheeks, bathing them in their light.
In front of him, it was the blue sky reflected in an ocean full of thousand possibilities. The sand tickled at the end of his fingers. And the waves, whose arrives docile to the bank, wet his feet in some comforting way. Exhaling all the air his lungs allowed to him, he looked up and contemplated the seagulls that were flying unworried over his head. He looked down at the sand again to bump into a navy blue hammock that was a few meters from where he was.
A woman with long blond hair was lying on it. She was wearing a sky color dress, a cream color hat, and huge dark pair of sunglasses that barely let see her little light eyes. In one of her hands, she was holding a soft-drink, and in the other, an ice cream.
-You're late!-reproached him-Where the hell were you?!
-And you're impatient, every year the same. Wishing that I arrived and after that, you don't know how to take advantage of me properly.-complained she while sipping her soft-drink.
-Stop making yourself the victim!-attacked he again-Do you know all the things I have to pass and to suffer without you this year?!
-Oh, yeah.-commented she sarcastic-And do you know I'm not your only holidays over the year? My sisters visit you too at the appropriate time.
-But... but... you're special! Different! More...!
-Durable?-ended she. She screwed up her mouth, annoyed-Listen, boy. It's nothing personal, but you know I can be the same short-lived as the rest of my family, even more. So calm down, enjoy, and don't make me feel sorry for coming back here one year more.-the summer said, offering him the ice cream.
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