We built enchanted castles, sailed driftwood boats, raced pirates and mermaids, carefree feet printing unfinished stories across sun-rippled sand. Now I watch the sea and wonder if the restless waves stir old memories, if you ever stop to look for sirens or sea monsters.
If you ever think of me.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Imagination is a wonderful thing…
I enjoyed this one! Such wonderful imagery.
SO beautiful..loved the imagery and language..
I was just chatting with a little man on the beach. He was keeping some of the pirates treasure and left the rest buried in the sand in Parksville :)
Haven’t we all wondered just such a thing. Well done.
I was transported. What a wonderful story.
Beautifully written
Very evocative imagery of young love being erased by the waves of time.