Lauren's Lighthouse Love

Lauren's Lighthouse Love

A Story by Lea Sheryn
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A young couple are questioned about their honeymoon destination. Lauren tells the story that leads up to their choice.

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Lauren’s Lighthouse Love

By Lea Sheryn

 

Prologue

When Lauren and Eric told their friends they were going to honeymoon on Long Beach Island, they received looks of astonishment.  Sure, most newlyweds opted to go to the islands.  Hawaii was a romantic spot for the newly married and, if not, there were plenty of beautiful places in the Caribbean.  For those who were more adventurous, Thailand would provide the taste of the exotic and there was always Paris where love is said to bloom the year round.  So why Long Beach Island of all places? 

 

Their friends quizzical glances didn’t deter the young lovers in the very least.  A secret smile between the two promised their choice was secure.  They wouldn’t have chosen another place even if it were given to them all expenses paid.  LBI was their choice and it was going to remain their choice.  

 

The engagement party was throbbing along at full speed.  Many glasses were raised to toast the upcoming nuptials followed by a string of lewd jokes that accompanied such gatherings.  The private dining area of Dmitri’s Pizzeria was full to the brim.  The Frank Sinatra tunes that played in the background were drowned out by loud voices and laughter that could be heard in the main room of the restaurant.  Lauren and Eric were beginning to feel comfortably numbed by the many glasses of champagne they had already consumed as glasses were raised in salute again and again.  This was only the beginning of the happiest event of their lives.  Both were ecstatic over their choice to spend their lives together.

 

It was nearing midnight when Lauren found herself cornered in the lady’s restroom by her two best friends, Chloe Field and Emerson Delacroix.  They had been hovering, one on each side, at the stall door the bride-to-be was position behind.  As soon as she exited, the two women pounced. 

 

“Why LBI?” Emerson demanded as she thrust her overly made-up face into Lauren’s.  Chloe closed in to voice her own command, “What gives?  C’mon, tell us.”  Although both women were beautiful enough in their spaghetti strap sheath dresses with their long blond hair swooping over the right sides of their faces and midway down their backs, they were both far on the other side of tipsy.   

 

“It’s no real mystery,” Lauren sighed as she leaned back against the stall door.  It was getting late; the party was going into overtime and she had told Eric she was only going to be a moment but there was a story to be told.  “Eric and I met in the shadow of Barnegat Lighthouse when we were six years old.”

 

Chapter One

 

The little girl sat in the sand at the water’s edge building a sandcastle.  The sand was damp but just wet enough to hold together as her small hands patted it into a mound.  Although it was only a rough shape, in Lauren’s eyes it was the most beautiful fairy tale castle you could imagine.  A princess lived there with the king and queen.  She dreamed of a handsome prince who would come to rescue her riding a winged red dragon.  Even at six years of age, Lauren had a wonderful imagination. 

 

Lauren was a pretty little girl with honey colored blonde hair pulled into two pigtails tied up with pink ribbons to match her white bikini with hyacinths patterned all over the top and bottom.  A cloth hat of the same floral material perched on her head to keep the hot sun from beating down too hard on the fair skin of her face.  The beach was a happy place to be.  Before her the waves crashed against the shore; a few feet behind, mother and father sat in beach chairs chatting comfortably.  A Styrofoam cooler sat between the two chairs so dad could reach for a beer or momma could have a spring water.  It was their first visit as a family to Long Beach Island.             

 

Hidden behind the dunes, their summer rental cottage stood amongst a line of similar ones.  The Cabot family had rented the same one year upon year ever since Lauren’s grandparents had married.  It was, as daddy stated, a tradition.  Now, for the first time, the newest generation had come to spend their week at the shore.  A grand year was ahead of the little trio.  Evan Cabot had received a huge promotion and raise in salary from the advertising agency he worked for while Janelle’s arts and craft store finally began to thrive.  Sometime soon, they were going to leave apartment living behind them and move into a house of their own in a little town just north of Philadelphia called Trevose.  But their long overdue vacation had to come ahead of all else so on a bright and sunny summer Saturday, they were Long Beach Island bound.   

 

As they headed east toward the Jersey shore, Lauren’s excitement grew.  Long Beach Island (commonly known to the locals as LBI) is one of several barrier islands along the Jersey shore.  To the north of Atlantic City and south of Seaside, the island is roughly eighteen miles long with the town of Barnegat Light at the tip and Holgate at the end.  Approaching their destination by causeway that terminated in Ship Bottom, the Cabot’s blue Ford Edge made a left-hand turn at the Boulevard and headed toward Surf City. 

 

Lauren immediately fell in love with the little towns they passed through.  Loveladies made her heart throb as she imagined a town full of ladies ready to be loved.  Next came Harvey Cedars�"how fascinating! �"and finally, at long last, the lighthouse came into view.  Tall and straight, half in red and half in white, Old Barney stood as a beacon of hope to the people who fished the Atlantic Ocean along the Jersey shore.  For one whole week, the Cabot family was going to live in the shadow of that majestic obelisk.  The little girl sitting in the backseat of the SUV clapped her hands with joy. 

Their two-story rental house stood on the dunes facing north toward the mighty Atlantic.  Weathered white clapboards with a slate shingled roof gave the dwelling a true beach feel.  The seashore feeling penetrated into the house as the open living room/kitchen set up was decorated with a nautical theme.  A highly varnished ship’s wheel hung above the whitewashed fireplace while figurines of ship’s captains stood along the mantelpiece.  Lauren particularly loved the white bearded old man wearing a yellow rain slicker, blue jeans, hip boots and smoking a corncob pine.  Lovingly, momma took it down to place in her eager outstretched hands.  The bright little girl went to sit on the blue cushioned couch to study the little man and thus embed him in her memory. 

 

After exploring the little cottage with its downstairs combination living room/kitchen/dining area and two bedrooms, each nautically decorated, the little family spent the rest of the evening sitting in deck chair on the upstairs beach facing veranda.  When night fell, Lauren was rocked to sleep by the sound of waves crashing just outside her screened window.  The scent of the salt sea air caused her to peacefully drift off into the land of nod. 

 

The next morning found the Cabot family on the beach.  Momma and Lauren each had their beach badges pinned to the tops of their bikinis while daddy wore his on the waistband of his swimming trunks.  On Long Beach Island, everyone who used the beach had to buy a little plastic oval badge saying they had paid for the privilege of to swim or build sandcastles or to paddle along the shore.  Daddy said it was a LBI tradition.

 

Lauren was happy to play in the surf and to jump the waves that rolled into the shore while Momma and Daddy hung onto her hands.  Pulling her body up out of the water, she could pretend she was a great athlete leaping over the huge white caps even though they were only the small ones that lapped at the edge of the water.  After they eat hamburgers and roasted marshmallows over the small hibachi on the downstairs veranda, the family returned to the beach where Lauren began to build her first sandcastle. 

 

Deeply into her imaginations about the beautiful princess and the dragon riding prince who loved her, Lauren missed the sound of boys’ voices shouting until their feet crashed through her majestic building.  The three boys who hurtled themselves into her fantasy stomped and kicked at each other right where she was playing.  “What do you think you’re doing?” she shouted as she jumped to her feet and pushed the first boy she spotted into the sand.  “You ruined my castle!”  With tight little fists pressed deeply into her sides, she slowly turned so she could face each one of the three intruders. 

 

“What castle?” questioned the boy she had pushed.  The fact that his feet were stretched out into the remains of it were lost on him.  He was about two years older than Lauren with brown hair lightened to blond on top by playing out in the sun for most of the summer. 

 

“Aw, don’t pay attention to her, Eric,” the dark curly haired boy who was one of his companions laughed.  “She’s just another shoobee.” 

 

“What did you call me?” Lauren coolly asked, as she turned toward the second boy.

 

“A shoobee, a shoobee, a silly little shoobee,” chortled the second and third boys. 

 

“What?”  Now the little girl was really confused. 

 

“A shoobee.  It’s means you’re not a local; you’re a tourist,” the boy called Eric.  “Someone who eats their lunch on the beach out of a shoe box or a tourist who wears shoes and Bermuda shorts, get it?  Whichever one, I don’t know.  It’s just what they call summer people around here.” 

 

“Oh,” was all Lauren could say, more perplexed than ever. 

 

“C’mon, Brad, Kieran, let’s go play somewhere else,” Eric decided as he turned away from Lauren.  “Who wants to hang around with girls anyway.”  Without a look back, the three boys walked on toward the lighthouse where they dove into the surf, dove into the oncoming waves and body surfed back to shore. 

 

The fun had gone out of sandcastle building for Lauren.  Instead of rebuilding it, she went to sit on her purple and pink paisley beach towel in front of momma and daddy.  When the ice cream man rang his bell, Evan gave her enough money to buy a Good Humor Strawberry Shortcake.  She stood in a group around the man clad in his white uniform and cap.  Eric, Brad and Kieran were also in the gathering of popsicle hungry children, but she chose to ignore them. 

 

Later in the evening, the Cabot family showered and dressed to go out to dinner at the Starboard Inn.  Janelle looked beautiful in a white eyelet summer dress sprinkled with delicate blue flowers.  Around her shoulders she wore a light lace shawl.  Her pretty blonde hair swung across her back as she reached to unbutton the top fastener of Evan’s polo shirt.  He had a habit of doing up all his buttons to the neck even when he wasn’t wearing a tie.  Laughingly his wife chastised him for forgetting they were on vacation.  Lauren checked her daddy over and sure enough he was wearing navy shorts and tan boat shoes with socks.  She had on her favorite pink dress with a yellow belt and small white sandals.  Looking over her parents, Lauren thought they looked like a nice family on a summer vacation.  Inside, she was proud to be going out to eat with her parents. 

 

The Starboard in was a popular restaurant in Surf City.  There were crowds of people waiting to be seated and plenty more inside enjoying their meals.  When the Cabot family was finally seated, Lauren was chagrined to find that boy Eric sitting a couple of tables over.  Although she attempted to ignore him as much as possible, she couldn’t help stealing glances in his direction and noticing him looking back at her. 

 

As the waitress was setting plates of peach pie ala mode in front of them, Eric appeared to stand beside Lauren’s chair.  Clearing his throat loudly, he finally stated, “I’m sorry about your sandcastle.   I didn’t see it.”

 

“That’s okay,” Lauren answered, almost in a whisper.  She was still sore about it. 

 

“I’m Eric Henry Holbrook,” the boy stated as though being Eric Henry Holbrook meant something special.  “Can we be friends?” 

 

“Sure, okay,” Lauren answered with the smallest of small smiles.  “My name is Lauren Cabot.”  She almost said Lauren Elizabeth Cabot but stopped herself.  She didn’t want to use her whole name like he had. 

 

Secretly Lauren was pleased to have made her first friend on Long Beach Island.  Maybe she would make other friends as the week progressed.    

 

To Be Continued…

© 2019 Lea Sheryn


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Nice writing love the details they pull you into the story one example of a detail I've never heard before was the term lovelady's lades waiting to be loved I find that kind of humorous another detail that stood out was the Ford edge did they have those back then I really enjoyed the story very good I love the backdrop you use to get to their first meeting with the way you brought that in and it's quite good it's definitely a needs to be continued and I'm sure you have lots to to work on in planning on this thank you for sharing Sheryn

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Lea Sheryn

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Thank you, Kent. The background of this story is the island I grew up on in New Jersey. Loveladies.. read more
Kent Rawski

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Cool I enjoy your writings I'm a fan
Lea Sheryn

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Thank you, Kent. I'm glad to have you as a fan. :-)))



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An engaging and interesting read. It’s beautiful how far back they went. The fine detailing of the place where it all began...You, my friend, are a natural story teller. I await the next part.

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Lea Sheryn

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Thank you. It was a joy to write Lauren's story. The setting is the place where I grew up. I'll g.. read more
Nice writing love the details they pull you into the story one example of a detail I've never heard before was the term lovelady's lades waiting to be loved I find that kind of humorous another detail that stood out was the Ford edge did they have those back then I really enjoyed the story very good I love the backdrop you use to get to their first meeting with the way you brought that in and it's quite good it's definitely a needs to be continued and I'm sure you have lots to to work on in planning on this thank you for sharing Sheryn

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Lea Sheryn

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Thank you, Kent. The background of this story is the island I grew up on in New Jersey. Loveladies.. read more
Kent Rawski

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Cool I enjoy your writings I'm a fan
Lea Sheryn

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Thank you, Kent. I'm glad to have you as a fan. :-)))
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Vin
keep going! Really loved it and also looking forward

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Lea Sheryn

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I will! Glad you loved it!
lots of up`s and downs in this chapter,would have been a great honeymoon

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Lea Sheryn

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It's going to be a great honeymoon when I'm finished. This is a work in progress.

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