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A Day in Summer

Mark Pirie

Stopping, he looked at the road. The sun was
   hot, beating down. He stared. How much further
he thought to the lighthouse? After all he's
   not getting any younger. Damn her father,

his senseless plans! They were, of course, to spend time
   away, a weekend without the family
and then things might work out, it was a line
   of thinking she disliked, but she'd happily

agreed to it. A beach, a sea-side, plenty
   of sun. Who knows? the plan could work, of which
most had failed. They were running on empty,
   their love receding like footprints down the beach.