Creative Writing: The Odyssey

Jessica's sandals clonked over the wood planks of the walk as she made her way quickly past the small shops and restaurants. She stopped in front of the Beach Emporium, the largest clothing store in Sandy Hallow, and peered into the window. A hand-painted sign read: Bikinis Half Off. Jessica chuckled to herself. Was that meant to be a joke? No. Mrs. Hopping, the quiet old woman whose family had owned the Beach Emporium for a hundred years, had no sense of humor. She was a stern, unfriendly woman who smiled only when punching down the buttons on her old-fashioned cash register to ring up a big sale. Mrs. Hopping will soon be smiling a lot, Jessica thought. Just beyond town, Beach Haven Drive was already clogged with cars as the summer people were arriving to open up their beach houses. In a few days the white-skinned tourists would be lying on the sand all day, soaking up the rays, then jamming the tiny town at night, all pink and sweaty, eager to party and shop, shop, shop. …show more content…
A very bright orange bikini caught the light. It probably glows in the dark, Jessica realized rolling her eyes. How tacky.
The sun had disappeared behind the low, shingle and clapboard buildings along Main Street. The evening air carried a chill from the ocean to the east. Loud voiced and laughter rang our from the Pizza Cove restaurant across the street. It's exciting, Jessica thought. A new summer. A new season. New people. Sweeping her thick mane of copper-colored hair back behind the shoulders of her black cotton sweater, she pushed open the door to the shop. The bell on the door jangled as Jessica stepped