Page 11 of Volcano of Pain

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Yay, welcome! And good morning to you!

Later in the day, he messages again.

Timmy:

How’s your afternoon going?

Me:

Good. Getting my apartment sorted out so I can move.

Where’d you drive to?

Timmy:

Running errands.

At home relaxing now.

What are you up to?

I don’t see his message for a while, and he follows up with another.

Timmy:

Can you surf?

Me:

I took a lesson a few months ago.

I really enjoyed it, butI’m not very good.

When I had my lesson in December and they had me practice on the sand. I fell off.

ON THE SAND!

I still think of my surfing lesson often, even though it was a few months ago. I felt invincible, soaring along the water, propelled by the sheer power of the ocean, and I can’t wait to do it again. To live in a place where I can even make it part of my daily routine!

Timmy:

We can fix that!

My stomach does an excited flip.

The thought of this guy teaching me to surf makes me smile.

How fun!

I’m sure if I practice a few times a week, I’ll get my confidence up fairly quickly. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of zooming along a wave, and that’s when I don’t even really know what I’m doing! Imagine being good at it, being confident about making turns and riding bigger waves. Bliss! And practicing my roller skating can only help with surfing, with both being so good for your balance and core.

He bombards me with a series of funny GIFs of people surfing while sitting on deck chairs and playing electric guitar. I laugh.

Timmy:

I’ll call you a little later. I’ve got to go see a friend.

Me: