h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Wow,

It's looking very sparkly this morning...

Sits down and lights a small bonfire,

Adds sticks to bonfire,

Drags that old tyre onto the pyre (no one else wanted it did they?)

Sits back,

enjoys the sound of crackling.

Wakes up next to smoking embers.

Prods the embers.

Prods the more glowing embers with bits of dry wood. Adds more dry wood.

Blows on the glowing bits.

Wanders to the high tide line and picks up loads of driftwood, fishing line, buoys, and some shoes (there is always footwear in flotsam, for some reason)..........

Gets back to somewhat smokey nascent bonfire - piles on the drier wood.

Inhales that wonderful smell of a beach fire!

Hiya foot bacon (quietly)

Lugs a huge tree trunk on to the healthy blaze.

Strips down to swim wear, and heads for the surf.....

Drops towel on the sand and off into the crashing waves.

* Wanders along the beach in a Westerly direction, propelled by the Easterly wind; hands in pockets; gazing at the horizon. Suddenly hears a beeping sound, somewhat like an alarm clock...

* Steps aside.

_BOOM_!

Must have been a land-mine or something there.

Wanders along the beach, with that weird slightly deaf feeling you get when you've been swimming for a while........

Tha sand feels nice.

Oh, and the bonfire's still alight!

The sun is slipping towards the horizon - better find more drift wood........

*Vestboy and Ena walk onto the beach*

*slips off shoes and hoiks up vet to avoid trailing it in the sand and salty water. Dips toe into sea. Toe goes with cold.*
Let's just walk along the beah, eh, Ena?

Beach, I meant. I can't get my words out.

I would like that.

*they walk in silence for a while*

May I ask you a question?

Of course you can.

Why are you being so nice to me?

*Stops short.*
Am I? I didn't notice that I was. I like talking to people and you were willing to talk, so I thought let's go and talk where it's pleasant.
*Draws circle in sand with toe*
Aren't people normally nice to you?

*looks sad for a moment*

No..you are the first in a long time

*picks up shell with wonderful mother of pearl lining.*
This is pretty, isn't it?
You sound like you have a sad story to tell. Do you want to share it?

Yes it is beautiful

*smiles at Vestie*

My story is of no consequence and is all in the past, I would prefer to leave it there

*Gives shell to Ena*
There's thousands of these shells on the beach. You just have to reach down and you'll find them.

What's your favourite season?

*thinks for a moment*

Spring, when new life blooms from the frost....it reminds me that nothing is ever truly dead.

*she looks at him curiously*

Why *are* you being so nice to me?

I think it's my upbringing plus something I read about Mother Theresa. It is said that if you ever spent time with her you felt as if you were the most important person in the world to her.

I like the idea that for a brief moment someone can feel 'that' loved and I think we all have the capacity to do that. I have also come across people who make others feel totally superfluous or unwanted and then, later in life, wonder why they don't have visitors any more.

I don't have any unterior motives - that I know of - if that's what you were thinking. Do you feel intimidated by me?