Adapted from an old university prose piece, slightly over 200.
The waves lash hard over the barren autumnal shore leaving slick wet sand and driftwood in its repetitive wake. A rotund middle aged woman, wrapped against the biting wind picks up a stick, yelping in anticipation an animated cocker spaniel leaps into the surf as she throws. Fetching the object back they happily repeat the exchange.
Oblivious to the only other visitor at the beach sit a man and woman, backs arched on a bench, green paint peeling off its structure. The woman idly tugs at a lock of hair on the nape of his neck.
The woman smiles "Is that another grey hair old man?"
"Age is a persistent mistress", he turns towards her lifting the collar of a thick brown overcoat, shivering.
"Not as persistent as me, surely?", she deftly plants a kiss on his cheek.
"Not here for Gods sake!", he whispers, looking around for witnesses. He sees only the fat woman and her dog in the distance.
The young woman shrugs, "Who would know or care, this heavy grey sky will surely distract them into thoughts of oblivion. Besides…", she strokes her hand up along the mans leg, under the folds of his coat, resting on his crotch, "… you've never complained previously".
"People in this town know us", his frown relaxes into a smile, "You're right of course". He stands, wrapping a scarf around his neck "Come on, Stella's waiting for me to take her shopping".
The woman rises "I hate that woman".
"Will you ever leave her?"
"Someday perhaps, now lets get moving. I'm freezing into early death here"
They walk towards a parked car, she takes his hand, squeezing gently, "Yes father".
The sky darkens at the onset of rain.
On the beach a dog searches for its master.