On Holiday
Thought I should write some Beckett. Ended up being less about him than I wanted.
Hot sun reflected off snow-white sand, aqua water, and pale bikini-clad girl. Beckett had thought this trip was a great idea before he'd realised he'd be hanging around on the beach with his horribly pasty family. Beckett would not want to be Melissa tomorrow, even if she was wearing half a bottle of sunblock.
Flora was sitting in the shade close to the sand, yelling sandcastle directions to Mum. Holly was back in the hotel; even covered up this sun was too much for a proper fairy. He wondered if that was why Australia had no fairy myths.
By 'Australia' here, I mean in Indigenous Australians' myths. There are plenty now because the White population brought them with us. At least, there are none I've seen or heard of, even after a Google, except for a single nebulous claim that Yowies are fairies that I found approximately 8 pages in.