SNAITH///Creative Writing - The Beach

“Pass it ‘ere then!” yells my brother from across the campsite like set up we had created in the middle of the beach. Blankets of bright colours cover the sand and are held down by large rocks (that were previously selected through the highly competitive competition earlier on in the day) and old, perhaps slightly decayed, beach shoes at the corners. Buckets and spades are scattered on the ground, obstructing the surrounding sand, along with the half eaten ice-creams that were mistakenly dropped due to the heat of the blazing sun. Tanned bodies are all over the stretch of beach; polka-dot bikinis and swimming trunks creating an ocean of colour. I throw the ball to my left towards my brother who…