Beach club pyres
Rows of empty sun lounges burned like sacrificial pyres around his lone remaining guest. Georgino took her empty wine glass, wiped away sand. San Vito had never been this hot in July. A ten footer crested outside the break. The salt spray one breath away. Cold. Relief.
"Delicious," Black Gucci glasses slipped down an expensive plastic nose. Her last three drinks had made her thirstier than the first one. "Maybe another glass-- to share?"
He showed his teeth, moving his lips finally. Swimming wouldn't pay as much as smiles. "Air conditioning inside ma'am,"
And a sink to dunk his head.