The Surfing Lesson Novels & Stories

June 6th, 1990 "Okay, now this time I'm going to just give you a little push on the back of the surfboard. Center yourself and get ready." We were out in the ocean. Dean was taking the time to show me how to surf and it was not going well. As he gave my surfboard a little tap, I found myself staying up on the surfboard for about a half second before crashing into the water again. Oh well, I thought. At least my top is still on.

"I will spend our honeymoon but I prefer being by myself. See you later, I'll drink the night with you." He let me close the door but before I shut him inside the room, his stained eyes on me made me feel uncomfortable. --- I decided to distract myself by learning how to surf across the smooth and patterned waves that were reaching the beach. The sun was too perfect and hot above the clear blue sky, enough to complete the summer vibe of this day. I finished one successful surf after learning it for an hour. I sure was a fast learner for that but it was never easy. The water might be cold to refreshen me but the balancing of the board exhausted me.

June 6th, 1990 "Okay, now this time I'm going to just give you a little push on the back of the surfboard. Center yourself and get ready." We were out in the ocean. Dean was taking the time to show me how to surf and it was not going well. As he gave my surfboard a little tap, I found myself staying up on the surfboard for about a half second before crashing into the water again. Oh well, I thought. At least my top is still on.

Just then, the young guy clapped his hands excitedly and shouted, "Luther, we found the deleted footage in the cloud backup!" He handed over my phone. Luther's expression turned serious as he took it. Without a word, he opened the video and turned the volume all the way up. The camera at my house was positioned to cover the kitchen and living room. At first, the frame showed an empty room with only audio. You could hear the Sheridans at the door apologizing, then entering to eat at the dining table.

Other times, it felt like they had the beach all to themselves. She found out that Cayson loved swimming. He signed up for surfing lessons, and that kept him busy for most of the day. She didn’t mind watching. At first, he struggled. He kept falling and getting knocked down by the waves. But soon he found his balance. It took only two days before he could stand on his surfboard. She felt happy for him, especially when he would run up to her afterward, soaking wet and full of energy, giving her a full report of what had just happened. It reminded her of a little boy who just got home from school, eager to tell his mother everything.

Alex handed me a board, adjusting the strap on my ankle. “Alright, first lesson,” he said, stepping onto his own board in the sand, “you’ll paddle out, then when you feel the wave catch you, pop up like this.” He demonstrated with exaggerated flair, then stumbled dramatically and fell onto the sand, earning a surprised laugh from me. “Very professional,” I said, smirking. “Hey, humor is part of the method,” he said, winking. “Keeps you relaxed.” We paddled out together. The ocean was calm at first, but the swells began to rise slowly. My arms ached with effort, but Alex was patient, always close by, encouraging me.

I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the way they both smiled after a few moments told me everything I needed to know. “She’s going to be okay,” I whispered, more to myself than to Dunlop. We kept watching as Charisa talked to her and before we knew it, the girl grabbed a board and Charisa started taking lessons on surfing She fell into the water severally with the girl and we couldn't help but laugh as we watched her. The clouds were now darker and the beach was now illuminated by artificial lights I and Dunlop stood up and strolled around the beach, just talking and laughing “I'm so glad you're here with me” I told him and wrapped my hands around his neck

Admittedly we've only had two lessons so far, but I'm still looking less 'surfer babe' and more 'recently rescued from drowning'. Even though it's not my forte, I'm having so much fun and I'm blaming the constant laughter for my serious lack of balance and coordination. "Well done, you did great today." Jules, the surfing instructor, tells all four of us as we reach the shore. She manages to keep a straight face too, which is amazing considering none of us have managed to stand on our boards for more than a few seconds. "Same time again tomorrow?" "We'll be here." Susie says. She's still convinced she's going to be able to do it by the end of this week.

Sure, he hadn’t mentioned having a daughter, but it wouldn’t have mattered with the chemistry we shared from the start. At the rec center I’d noticed earlier, I found surf lessons on the community board. Determined to stick to my original plans despite the chaos of the last twenty-four hours, I signed up. It felt like the perfect way to focus on myself and escape the tension at the house. With lessons starting the next day, I picked up the necessary supplies and then headed to the market to plan a surprise for Lila.

“Honestly, I’m not…dressed for it.” "Morgan doesn't mind you showing a little skin. Or do you?" He was now looking in Morgan's direction and I'm sure as hell that he heard that but chose to play a deaf ear. "Trust me, Winnie— he doesn't." Anderson jumps up and goes over to his surfboard, placing it on the sand in front of me. “You're former going to be grateful to be for this lesson." I laughed and gave a nod, denoting that I was ready to take his surfing lesson while trying to act like it wasn't messing with me that Morgan didn't even notice the effort I put into looking this good.