08/30/2026
An umbrella got away from somebody. That’s the whole story.
It was a Saturday in July, too much wind, and it cartwheeled down the beach onto a stranger’s blanket and knocked her iced coffee over.
He came jogging after it, apologizing before he’d even arrived.
There was sand in her car that night.
There was sand in her car every summer after that.
So when it came time, nobody had to discuss it. Her mother had a list of eleven venues.
But they already knew where they would marry.
Facing the water, overlooking the beach where the umbrella landed.
There’s still sand in the car.
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