Beach Bottle
The Beach Bottle I rose at dawn, as usual, and after a breakfast of bread, cheese, and fruit, I exited my bungalow and set off down the beach for my morning walk. ... Especially after I struck my already throbbing toe against a bottle. A bottle? ... " I unstoppered the bottle eagerly. ... But the figure that emerged from the bottle was no genie. ... Or Spain," he added, looking at the coconuts littering the beach. ... " He looked around the beach again.