The Horror BeachFriday, September 30th, 2011
No one has ever held any beach weddings at my beach. It’s a horror beach. Scary things happen there. Some people say I am scary but they just don’t know about the gnomes hiding at the bottom of my garden above the little private cove where my grandchildren used to swim. We had a wedding down there one day. It was the day my father married all his money away to that crazy gambler who took us all for such a ride. We ended up laying her to rest on the beach. I’ll say no more about that. There were a few blood curdling moments to be sure but the family recovered from its problems sure enough. My boys have all grown up and moved away now, there doesn’t seem much point maintaining the place. It’ll all be firewood one day. No beach weddings to brighten things up or to ruin everybody’s day.