The Lifeguard
No shadows for a while now, nothing standing up, only a warning about the word 'trill' came to mind, then a man silhouetted againstthe skyline behind thesanddunes at St Clair,then thepoet Baxter came to mind, then the man silhouetted ...
The Lifeguard
For four years of my youth I was the lifeguard there. I'd watched this beach, where I'd spent my summers as a boy, red bucket and shovel in hand, fill with more and more umbrellas. I had watched the boys who were lifeguards turn flabby.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Jones, Christianne C. The lifeguard / by Christianne C. Jones ; illustrated by Matthew Skeens. p. cm. — (Read-it! readers) ISBN 1-4048-1584-8 (hardcover) [1.
“Yeah, he and Skip have been lifeguards here for the past few years. Neale stayed someplace down the beach and kept to himself. I never saw him much—at least not till after the drowning.” “Drowning?” Kelsey's ears pricked up, ...
“The lifeguards watch out all the time.” I work at keeping a straight face. “And Antonio is usually out there. If anybody would have spotted it, it would have been him. He has this sixth sense.” “Antonio?” “I forgot,” Aunt Ellie says.
There are long days at the beach and intriguing encounters with him. Pilot. He's the lifeguard with shamanic skills. He both saves Sirena and makes her feel lost at sea.