The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea, with its Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre and illuminations, has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park and the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, and Chris Townsend was a long-time resident.
But he spent just as much time down on the beach as he
did at home as he had a beach hut at the North end of the beach, he
particularly enjoyed the evenings because that was when he often ran in to
Donna Mulholland, and that always made his day.
He saw her the first time back in May and it was love
at first sight, but by the time September came around he still hadn’t asked her
out, and he was fast running out of time.
On Friday he was running late and was just in time to
see Donna and her sister Lorna walking down the promenade.
The sisters smiled to each other and shared a look and
split up.
“Hello Chris” she said and gave him a beaming smile.
“Hi Donna, it’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?” he
responded and returned her smile.
“Yes, we had better make the most of it” she said,
“the Summer is nearly over”.
“Indeed” he agreed wistfully.
“So, you had better hurry up and ask me out, so we can
spend the autumn evenings together elsewhere” she said.
“Would you like too?” he asked.
“Oh Chris, of course I would” she replied and put her
arm through his.
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