Servomoore

They arrived and began unloading their blankets, umbrellas, and surfboards. They were making their way to the beach when they heard a lot of frantic whistle blowing and people rushing out of the water. Such was the panic that even people who were on the beach when the whistles blew ran past Gloria and Roger, racing towards their cars. There was one fat guy who stopped next to them, doubling over to catch his breath.

“Sharks?” Gloria asked.