Jack would go to the beach, sit in his chair and watch and listen to the crowds. _____________________________________________________________________________________
I would actually like to hear from other writers. Xxx ********************this is one of my first original edits, the story is slightly different but I can’t put the EXACT story on here and then publish it later, so a few minor changes were made*****************
Jack would often walk up and down the beach, mostly keeping to himself but sometimes he would engage in conversation with passersby or the lifeguard sitting perched on their stand. He continued down the list and there in black and white it was, at number eleven, “Life On The Beach”. He needed the solace and silence of the night to really dig in and find his rhythm in writing. Jack slowly peered over the top of his paper, which gently rustled in the breeze.
