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The Love Story of Edmund James FaulThe man stood on the sand, standing as lightly as he could in his Smith dress shoes. He was middle-aged and without as much hair as he used to have. His Jackson slate-grey suit was clean, crisp and ironed; he was ready to drive straight to work once he was finished here.The Love Story of Edmund James Faul by AuraArgentum
He spun the plain band ring in his hand, taking in the tumultuous water before him. The sky above was grey and overcast, as was to be expected based on this morning’s report. The water was also dark, and grey, not at all inviting, despite the few surfers he’d spotted for their sunrise ‘surfs’. They had left though. Though the weather was growing tempestuous – meaning a lack a sun-loving bums and families – the water was not quite tumultuous enough for the surfers either. It was not a beach day. The man appreciated the privacy.
He took a deep breath to compose himself, and his nose twitched at the distasteful smell of seaweed. He was ready; he was ready to throw it. He was moving on.