Out to Lunch



By: Rachel Lloyd

 

I step outside. My wide rimmed sunglasses shield my eyes. Lunch in hand I walk. Salt fills my nose. I can hear cars running. I can feel the heat pounding on my shoulders. I should have worn sunscreen. Uneven boards move under my feet and I can see the reflection of a girl in the water. I come to my spot. Mussel shells are scattered everywhere. Taking out my lunch I see boats coming. My mouth tastes peanut butter. Yum! My cell phone rings but I don’t answer. I’m out to lunch.