Beach, Please - Short Novel

There are moments in marriage when you look at your wife and think:

“Wow. I’m a lucky man.”

And then there are moments when you look at her and think:

“This woman is trying to kill me.”

This was one of those days...

We get to the beach.

I’m carrying a cooler, an umbrella, towels, bags, toys, and a watermelon... Basically, the combined weight of a Toyota Corolla.

Maya?

Maya carried herself.

In a yellow bikini.

A very small yellow bikini.

So small I wasn’t sure if it was swimwear or two warning labels.

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