creative writing vignettes

The voice and the strings in the band echoed off the clapboard wall beside the little sandy beach. The sun was warm in the blue sky; the breeze cold over the hills northwest of the lake. There was a toy grader half buried in the wet sand. The lifeguard watched. He was unkempt and had bandages on his head and only one leg. One of the boys in snorkeling gear kicked out deeper in pursuit of the orange and green flash of a pumpkinseed, until he couldnt see the tall weeds, only thick rays of light and plankton. When he woke he looked up into the blue and white, and water ran out of him.  

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