He sat once again on his towel, checked for his money and return bus ticket, and faced the ocean; not looking right or left, not even listening right or left, though he cold still hear the laughter coming across his towel.
He waited a few minutes and then, still sitting, pulled on his white trousers and put on his white shirt, tried to shake some of the sand of his hair and got up and left.
He had gone no more than five steps when he realized that he had not put on his shoes. He turned and saw that the boys who had been on his right were moving their blanket next to the girls who had been on his left.
If there ever was anything he didn’t want to do in life, it was to go and get his shoes at that moment. But he had to. He couldn’t afford to lose a pair of shoes.
He walked around the boys’ blanket which was now in the way and saw that they had moved his shoes over to the side. In a second he picked them up and was gone.
He waited on the bench for the bus and looked at the crowds of people getting in and out of the cars in the parking lot. He imagined what it would be like to be one of them. Then the bus came. He got on and sat next to a blue haired lady with a net bag full of produce.