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Snapshots (or 4 times Sam Flynn went to the beach)

Summary:

We ourselves feel that what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean. But the ocean would be less because of that missing drop.

Chapter 1: 1010101 (2)

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The sun-heated sand warms his bare feet and he wriggles his toes against his flip-flops, letting sand run over his feet. A solid hand on his shoulder makes him look up, and Sam squints against the high noon sun, his father's face a dark contrast against the bright light.

"Hey, buddy. Wanna go in the water now?"

Sam's curls bang against the sides of his head as he shakes his head with gusto, earing a belly-laugh from Kevin.

"Yeah, you never did like water much, did you?" it's his father's affable response, and he beams at him. Sam was still getting used to bathing alone - or rather, coming up with ways to avoid bath-time.

"Like father like son," a soft voice chimes in from behind Kevin, and as Sam's mother saunters away from Kevin's amused gaze, he turns to Sam again, crouching to his height to grin at his son.

"How 'bout we go avenge your old man's honor, huh?"

Sam laughs as he's lift up from the ground by Kevin's hands, the sand on top of his feet flying everywhere as Kevin lifts him onto his shoulders, charging at full gallop towards Jordan's retreating form.