This week's Friday Fictioneers is based on a lovely photo:My offering is entitled "The Beach Trip:"Frank felt his body relax at the scent of the ocean. It was a lot like the first time making love, he thought: he was thirty now but his mind’s eye saw himself at eight, standing in the same spot, excited. As he stepped onto the berm walkway, he felt a caress from the sea grass; it still brought his skin to gooseflesh. His left foot moved from wood to warmer sand, which furtively grasped each footfall. He approached the surf—Frank now, Frank then—felt the skip of heartbeat at the touch of wet. A release: Frank dove in.