Spring Break:
Chapter Four
Tim pushed buried his toes into the warm sand and shivered at the tingle that ran through his body. The sun slowly burned his back, but he didn't bother to stop and consider. Sunscreen free, the way to be, at least at the moment considering it was easier getting burn than smearing the lotion all over.
"Tim, we are leaving, so stop goofing off and come over here to help pack up." Bruce growled as he folded his lawn chair. "I can't believe we actually came here."
"Aren't you going to even watch? Bruce, it's the ocean!" Tim kicked his feet, sending sand flinging about.
Bruce ducked, but didn't escape the shower of sand flying in the air. "Timothy!"
Tim burst into laughter and shrugged his shoulders, enjoying himself immensely. "Sorry, I was just trying to clean my feet!"
"Why bother?" Dick, who was taking down the umbrella, looked at his younger brother. "You are just going to get sandy feet once more, like this is a news flash!"
"What does he mean? Don't you have shoes?" Bruce searched the area, "where are your shoes?!"
"I lost them."
"How?!"
Tim placed a finger to his lips and winked at Dick. "It's a secret."
"No it's not," Bruce told him.
"I think it is, yes, it's a secret." Tim sounded confident.
"Don't make me say it twice."
"Oh," Tim bit his lip, "you're right, foolish me, it's not a secret-- the ocean ate them."
There was a silence that followed the statement. "What do you mean the ocean ate them? Tim, didn't Alfred just buy those flip-flops?"
Dick scoffed at the statement. "Oh come now, you just wasted enough gas bringing us here and for what? All you did was throw a fit and make us pack up to head home."
"That isn't relevant." Bruce told him quickly.
"You missed the point," Dick explained.
Tim considered this, "you know what you missed?"
"You," Dick told him self-assuredly. He then bent down and picked up the umbrella case. "I don't understand, how does this umbrella fit into this tiny case?"
Bruce ignored the boy, who hadn't bothered to unfold the umbrella and worked diligently at clearing the drinks from the sand.
Alfred, returning from the car, scurried over to the three boys. "Master Bruce and Richard, I though I explained that you don't need to help, I will take care of the mess."
"Oh! There is a button, you push the button, don't you!" Dick jerked at the umbrella, and there was a loud snap in which a few Alfred gasped.
The butler was horrified. "You broke the umbrella!"
"Hmm, perhaps, but now it will fit into it's case." Dick told him as he shoved it into the package.
To be continued:
I plan to take these guys on a trip… hahahah… in the sand dunes!