"... The doctor says I have inflammation and pain deep inside my chest wall. Which is precisely where I store all my secrets. Who didn't see that coming?..."I began to lament, weep and carry-on as is appropriate for a solitary early morning where waves crash at one's feet. I explored every little nook and cranny of my pain-stricken core and tried to flush it all out like a minor eye irritation.
Just as tears and sweat were hard to differentiate, a man came up beside me and set up his chair. I bristled. Seriously? This entire beach is wide open and he sets up right beside me in an obvious moment of much needed privacy? I even took a picture - mine is the green chair on the left, wet with tears; his, the right.