Beach | Parking Siesta Key

The tow truck reversed. Gerald pulled a small pad from his cart. He wrote a warning. No fine. No tow.

The driver shrugged. “Talk to him.” He pointed his thumb at Gerald. parking siesta key beach

Gerald’s face softened, just a millimeter. He glanced at the tow truck. He glanced at Leo’s pathetic, sand-covered rental. Then he looked past Leo, toward the beach where families were laughing. The tow truck reversed