Mary Manson

Live and Let Bone

Chester strolled along the beach; it had been a long mission and his feet were glad for the warm sand and cool waves. He swiftly scooped his dark hair up into a ponytail and smiled at the two blondes checking him out at the bar. One of them winked and he was about to head over when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He stopped abruptly as a chill ran over him, something must have gone wrong with the mission. Slowly, Chester lifted the phone to his ear, “Hello?”