Last summer, in the southeast of Ireland, on a not particularly warm day, I saw a buggy 'parked' on a beach very close to the water, faced toward the sea. I know the beach, and knew that the tide wasn't going to reach the wheels of the buggy, or topple it, or anything so dramatic. But I did wonder about it.
I've a list of possible short stories, most of which go nowhere, but I added 'buggy on beach' to the list...So, I went to the list to see if there was another story idea in there, and saw 'buggy on beach,' and remembered myself looking at the buggy, and began to think, What if?
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