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ether. The war is on a beach on the other side of this sea, remember?”Still, I wasn’t quite comforted — I’ve always been a free-thinker.I decided to walk across the beach to check out the danger for myself like the freewheeler I am. The offending 60 meters of blown-up beach was clearly roped off for the day with a bright yellow ribbon that warned: “Caution”.I’d really wanted to try out my freestyle strokes in the cold waves. But that plan seemed to be blown out of the water, now. Red flags were flying all over this beach.“Are those red flags for the waves or for sea mines?” I asked the lifeguard.“Stay out of the water. Don’t cross the roped-off area … you’ll be fine,” he replied.“So I can walk on this beach?” I asked.“Feel free.”His advice was free so I took it. I also took some fries that weren’t free from a beachside stand because I was still hungry after my cheap meal.I walked the non-roped-off portion of the beach. I felt free as a beach bird. In fact, the birds on this beach feel so much freedom it goes to their heads and they start getting aggressive. One puffed its feathers out and hopped at me sideways until I abaited its wrath with a french fry. “No charge, buddy,” I said as I watched him fly off with my offering. Freeloaders.I downed the rest of my fries in a hurry so I could be free from those white and gray feathered beggars that had started to dive bomb me like a scene straight out of Birds (see above picture).Then, I bought a $5 coffee because it was #TreatYourselfThursday and I was letting my inner child go free. Also, it was payday and I had just made$ 5 freelancing on this site that I pay $5 to use.But once the coffee was gone, I was back to being a regular adult. You can’t give your inner child total free rein or you spoil them rotten — or so I’ve heard. Also, my wallet was now almost entirely free from those weigh

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ty coins that had loaded it down. I was down to one quarter, a bird feather, a picture of my dog, and an empty Payday candy bar wrapper.I stood at the edge of the precipice that seemed to be made of solid freestone, felt the wind in my hair, and thought about my freedom and how that isn’t free.I was feeling really good about the side of the beach I was on… when I heard a deafening BOOM!!!Like snakes, I guess free-roaming mines always come in pairs and it turns out I wasn’t scot-free.Suddenly, I felt the earth move out from under my feet and then in slow-motion I was freeee………….free-falllling.— Just so you know, it feels great to free fall out into nothin’ …until you realize you're gonna leave this world for awhile.I guess not everything free is good.Oh well.I’ve always been a free spirit.[Late edit to Finally slide in a photo of my clusteRed list story outlinE bEfore the deadline. :D]<figure id="40a2"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*RgqfaXOUxY1KwkzsliUzPg.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure>[Mostly] fiction. Inspired by <a href="undefined">Ann James</a>’ Deluded Custodians February Prompt:<div id="aa14" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-deluded-custodians-january-winner-and-the-february-challenge-7379e0b2054b"> <div> <div> <h2>The “Deluded Custodians” January Winner and the February Challenge</h2> <div><h3>The F-month Prompt is a four-letter word, begins with “F” . . .</h3></div> <div>medium.com</div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*hWQn6Dh0ZOwkIA52)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

THE DELUDED CUSTODIANS FEBRUARY CHALLENGE

You Can Sum Up My Trip to the Beach With One Four-Letter “F”-Word…

…“Free.”

There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch. But sometimes you get a free beer with lunch.

This particular free beer was at a patio restaurant at the beach. No one wants to go to the beach in winter, so the restaurants bribe residents from neighboring towns with free stuff. The special was for Thursday, and on Thursdays I’m free. Perfect.

Everyone (including restaurants) knows I can’t pass up free stuff. Even if I have to spend 27 dollars in gas to claim the deal, I’ll come.

The wind coming off the sea was freezing, so I bought a hoodie at one of the beachside stands. They mark everything up at tourist spots. So I spent almost $75 for a cheaply-made hoodie that said, “Life’s a beach.”

As I was eating my meal in my new hoodie, I heard an extremely loud noise. They say that the Hawaiian islands were made from volcanos, so loud noises are to be expected. But I’m not on a Hawaiian island. And there are no (known) volcanos on this beach.

A free-standing shower house blocked my view completely of the seaside, so I got on the restaurant’s free wifi to check out the sound.

Apparently, part of the beach had blown up.

“It’s no big deal,” the news reporters were freely saying. “No one is trying to hurt anyone. It’s just a mine that got off its tether. The war is on a beach on the other side of this sea, remember?”

Still, I wasn’t quite comforted — I’ve always been a free-thinker.

I decided to walk across the beach to check out the danger for myself like the freewheeler I am. The offending 60 meters of blown-up beach was clearly roped off for the day with a bright yellow ribbon that warned: “Caution”.

I’d really wanted to try out my freestyle strokes in the cold waves. But that plan seemed to be blown out of the water, now. Red flags were flying all over this beach.

“Are those red flags for the waves or for sea mines?” I asked the lifeguard.

“Stay out of the water. Don’t cross the roped-off area … you’ll be fine,” he replied.

“So I can walk on this beach?” I asked.

“Feel free.”

His advice was free so I took it. I also took some fries that weren’t free from a beachside stand because I was still hungry after my cheap meal.

I walked the non-roped-off portion of the beach. I felt free as a beach bird. In fact, the birds on this beach feel so much freedom it goes to their heads and they start getting aggressive. One puffed its feathers out and hopped at me sideways until I abaited its wrath with a french fry. “No charge, buddy,” I said as I watched him fly off with my offering. Freeloaders.

I downed the rest of my fries in a hurry so I could be free from those white and gray feathered beggars that had started to dive bomb me like a scene straight out of Birds (see above picture).

Then, I bought a $5 coffee because it was #TreatYourselfThursday and I was letting my inner child go free. Also, it was payday and I had just made $5 freelancing on this site that I pay $5 to use.

But once the coffee was gone, I was back to being a regular adult. You can’t give your inner child total free rein or you spoil them rotten — or so I’ve heard. Also, my wallet was now almost entirely free from those weighty coins that had loaded it down. I was down to one quarter, a bird feather, a picture of my dog, and an empty Payday candy bar wrapper.

I stood at the edge of the precipice that seemed to be made of solid freestone, felt the wind in my hair, and thought about my freedom and how that isn’t free.

I was feeling really good about the side of the beach I was on… when I heard a deafening BOOM!!!

Like snakes, I guess free-roaming mines always come in pairs and it turns out I wasn’t scot-free.

Suddenly, I felt the earth move out from under my feet and then in slow-motion I was freeee……

…….free-falllling.

— Just so you know, it feels great to free fall out into nothin’ …until you realize you're gonna leave this world for awhile.

I guess not everything free is good.

Oh well.

I’ve always been a free spirit.

[Late edit to Finally slide in a photo of my clusteRed list story outlinE bEfore the deadline. :D]

[Mostly] fiction. Inspired by Ann James’ Deluded Custodians February Prompt:

The “Deluded Custodians” January Winner and the February Challenge

The F-month Prompt is a four-letter word, begins with “F” . . .

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