sal ganuth

“Let’s have an hour in the sun before breakfast,” was the suggestion. They found a quiet spot in the dunes and stripped.
Neil had fallen asleep within minutes.
His three mates had whispered quietly. ’Payback time’ had been declared. Ever so silently they got themselves dressed, packed everything up, including all of Neil’s clothes and belongings and left him there, naked and asleep.

When Neil woke up, alone, he saw the words, “See you at the centre for breakfast,” scrawled on the sand.
‘WTF! I can’t walk into the cafe bare assed naked!’
But Neil didn’t have any other option.