Location: Cider Hill Beach. Time: Midday. Status: Open to all. / @devinstonestarters
A beach was something, despite his extensive post-high school years travels, that Wolfie had never enjoyed in his life before. Surely, he had gotten a glimpse of the Atlantic once or twice before, but there was no enjoyment in the sewer-like swamp around New York City or the slow arm of the Delaware River in Philly that he’d played in on summer vacations as a toddler. This was different and Wolfie almost saw the value of these rich folks living ‘round these quarters spending their massive sums of money on an oversized mansion like the ones he passed along on the way.
“Don’t seem to be using that money for all that good, huh?”, he mumbled to himself, words entirely fading away into the sound of the beating wind, too harsh for this time of year back home but, apparently, to be expected here, as nobody seemed to be around for it. By the look of his red ears, a beanie wouldn’t have hurt to bring along, but solitude could be blissful, even with his freezing ears hurting like hell. Or so Wolfie thought, as his lost words seemed to have summoned just what he hadn’t wanted at the moment-- company.
“What? Are you gonna call the cops on me because I’m walking on your private beach?”
