Surf

I saw a beautiful woman standing in the surf, her long legs ploughing foam-dappled furrows in the knee deep swell. She was bare breasted and carried an infant in her arms. She was alone except for the child. "Where is your husband?" I asked, the water darkening my jeans and making them heavy and cold. Her expression when she turned to me was one Id not seen a before, a flash of grief followed by a hot smile of contemptuous joy. "This is my husband," she said, her tone suggesting I was very stupid, "He was a champion swimmer, he appeared in a Guiness advert. He swam so much the sea washed 25 years off him."
"Thats absurd," I said, "why would you say something crazy like that?"
"To make you leave me alone," she said.