Crabby Coney

Even though it was April, it was warm enough to go down to the beach.
So they did.
He waited on the boardwalk, content just to look.
She stopped fighting and went to the water on her own.  First her shoes came off, then her shirt.
Can't help but be self-conscious in a flesh-colored bikini, so her jean skirt stayed on.
The water still feels like April water.  It's not right: April water and June weather.
The shirt that washed up to shore followed by a plastic bag acting like a jellyfish sealed the deal.
It was too soon for her favorite season:
Summer.