Surfs Up

Micro-fiction piece published by The Story Seed in response to the image shown below.

Photo: Cristina Mittermeier

Surfs Up

Jeremy said we’d never do it. Not in those bikinis, in the cold, Welsh sea.

“You wouldn’t last two seconds,” he’d said.

Carla had her hands on his surfboard before he even finished speaking, always quick to bite.

“How much?” She’d asked. She looked at me sidelong and I hefted Aiden’s board before he could protest.

“A tenner,” Jeremy smirked.

“Oh come on, scared to lose your money, Jer?” 

He hated it when she called him Jer. It made him grind his teeth. He agreed to sixty in the end, and we headed for the waves; the huge, crashing waves.