The Hottest Day of the Year
This is what they’re doing as it happens: Dad is folded into the deckchair, dreaming of giant waves and the solidly built Japanese woman from the gym; Mum, in a too-small bikini, is
burning under the broiling sun, wishing she could be bothered to trudge back to the car for the sun-cream she left in the glove compartment; Meg, fourteen, is reading a book, an actual book, because her crappy phone has just died and she doesn’t know what else to do except count the ways she hates the fucking beach, especially on this, the hottest day of the year; and Will…
Will, too young to know any better, to know anything of the intricacies of tides and currents and undertows, is running towards the water to retrieve his ball.
About the Author: Gary Duncan is a freelance writer and editor based in Northumberland, England. His flash fiction collection, You're Not Supposed to Cry, is available from Vagabond Voices.