Irving Williams and the Lighthouse Ghost-part 4--Steemit original fiction.

I am experimenting and putting up this story as I write it.

I am enjoying getting to meet these characters as the story progresses.

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Click here to begin at part 1 

The sun was bright. The air was warm. The sand was hot. The sound of the waves was rhythmic.  

Irving and his family wondered onto the beach, carrying towels, chairs, umbrellas and fishing gear. After several minutes of searching, they settled on an area near the walkway to the main street.

 As soon as Lucas took his shirt off he ran toward the water. 

Irving’s grandfather chuckled, “I see now why you have to put the sunscreen on before we go to the beach!”

 “Yeah, it’s very difficult to wrangle him when he sees the water,” replied Mrs. Williams. 

Irving took off his hat, shirt, and flip-flops and grabbed his boogie board, ready to sprint to the waves. 

“You on the other hand mister are able to wait.” His mother handed him a blue bottle of sport suntan lotion. 

“Put it on. Remember how painful it was last year when you got sunburned. It was no fun for you, and it was no fun for us.” 

Irving hung his head, took the bottle, and lathered himself in white lotion. 

Carrie covered herself in her own special sunscreen. She placed her sunglasses on her face and she laid down on her towel. 

“Hoping to see Aaaadam!” Irving teased. 

She looked up at him, “Are you hoping to see tomorrow?” 

“You two! Just one day!” said their father. “Irving you’re covered in sunscreen, head onto the water. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” 

Irving bolted to the water. He gasped at the coolness of the water, but he kept going. He jumped and put the board out in front and landed on the board. His body rose high into air as the first wave lifted him and brought him back down. We wiped his hair out of his eyes. He turned his board and began swimming back to shore. He looked over his shoulder for the next wave.  

It came quickly. 

It lifted his feet and legs up, and pushed his body forward. His arms worked fast to keep his board on top of the wave. He felt his legs going higher into the air. His right shoulder went under first. His body tumbled like in was in a washing machine. The water pushed him forward. He came up on the shore on his stomach. 

He wiped his eyes.  When his vision cleared, two legs stood in front of him. 

“You wiped out on the first wave of the summer?” said a voice from above Irving. 

Irving looked up in a daze.  “Hey Alec!” 

Irving stood up. He wiped the sand off of his face, and shook Alec’s hand. “My grandfather told me you and your brother were in town this week.” 

“We got here this morning.” Alec replied. 

“Where’s your brother?” 

“I don’t know. Probably looking for girls.” 

Alec looked over his shoulder for his brother Adam. 

“My sister will be in an even worse mood if she sees him talking to other girls,” Irving replied. 

Alec laughed. 

He lifted his boogie board and looked at Irving, “Now, let me show you how this is done.”  The boys raced back into the ocean to catch the next wave.     

Look for part 5 tomorrow.