A shiny red bucket sits on warm stone. Both girls reach for it at once.
They clink the bucket and shout — "My turn!" — yanking it either way.
Luma stomps toward the far rocks, her small feet clicking on warm stone.
Her friend marches the other way, dragging their feet in the sand.
Luma sits alone by a tide pool, poking at a tiny starfish with a stick.
A loud splash echoes from behind the rocks. Luma looks up.
She sees her friend wrestling something heavy while waves keep pulling it away.
Luma sprints across the beach and dives into the shallow water.
Luma grabs the slippery shell and lifts the crab free.
They both collapse onto the wet sand, gasping, then burst into laughter.
Luma holds out the red bucket. Her friend takes it, and they sit side by side.
They dip their toes in the ocean as the sun warms their backs.