The coast seems to stretch on for miles in either direction.  The ocean itself has receded some and the tide has not yet rolled in.  The water laps half-heartedly at the sand and the glistening shades of seashells dot the wet sand.  All around the sand gleams a shade of white.
Coast, Shore
there is the lighthouse keeper on his daily walk up the boardwalk.
there is also a young woman selling flowers to passersby.
I am a poor young woman who was recently widowed. I sell flowers to travelers and passersby on the road outside my village. I hope to earn enough money to be able to provide for myself and my child.
hello sir would you like some flowers? Sorry, I would if I had any money but I do not. well why do you not have money I am just on the coast here doing my job, no need for my belongings. that makes sense but they are such nice flowers Indeed, will you be here tomorrow? I'll remember to have cash with me. sounds like a plan good sir, i will be here as well Good to hear, so what do you sell flowers for? its a fun way to make money That's fair, so what is the money for?  it is to live and eat food as to not die Oh wow, do you come from a less than wealthy family then?