It’s Pride month, and (at least where Duck Prints Press is based) incredibly hot, so here, have some some dialog prompts for stories set at the beach!
- “I know this is kinda personal, but I’m here solo (and you’re hot)…can you put sunscreen on my buttcheeks for me?”
- “When I said ‘spike it,’ I meant the volleyball, not the punch!”
- “Shit, this sudden storm is pretty bad…I know my beach umbrella is small, but if you stand closer…no, a little closer…liiiittle…closer…there, see? We both fit! Snug and comfy!”
- “You know what? I’ve had it. This time, I swear – this time, my sandcastle will be better than theirs, and if it’s not…I’ll just keep building until it is! If it takes me all night, I. Will. Win.”
- “I noticed you’re reading the same book as me! Or rather, I noticed you just finished reading the same book as me. Please – please, no spoilers, but tell me – promise me – it does get better, right?”
- “Don’t you dare complain about how hot the sand is. These horseshoe crabs need our help – they’re not gonna flip themselves, and the same sun that’s baking the sand is baking them! – and you are getting over here and helping until they’re all back in the water.”
- “When you said we were going to the beach, I expected there to be more sand, and less…ya know…rocks. But, I suppose we might as well make the best of it. Rock lobster, anyone?”
- “This whole ‘re-enact the scene from From Here to Eternity’ thing seemed like a great idea until I got sand up my nose, and in my mouth, and in my ears, and just everywhere. Next time, let’s make out in the shower together. Same end result, way better process.”
- “Oh…oh, thank God…it’s just…phew…when you said you had crabs, this is really really not the first thing I thought of…don’t get me wrong, it’s a very nice tidal pool!…just. What a relief.”
- “So, not to be rude or anything, but that’s my beach towel, and my sunscreen, and my beer, and my spouse.”
- “Cough, cough – no – no, I’m okay – I can breathe – thank you for saving my life! Holy shit, that riptide is powerful. But now that I’m okay…maybe don’t stop kissing me?”
- “Cowabunga! Gnarly! Hang ten, my swell dude! Man, I am so stoked to…fine, fine, I’ll stop with the surfer talk, on one condition…”
- “Hey! Stop! I found that shell first! It’s mine, I tell you – mine – you won’t surrender it? Fine, then you must meet me for a duel at noon sharp. Water guns at ten paces. Winner gets the shell.”
- “If I told you I brought this metal detector, not because I was trying to strike it rich on lost wedding rings, but ‘cause I think it makes me look cooler…what would you say? Did it work? I mean…you’re talking to me…”
- “With a sunburn that bad, you really shouldn’t be walking. Here, let me carry you. Free beach taxi service out of the sunshine – just tell me where you want to go.”