I opened my eyes when her hand left mine. She was running. Three useless steps and I stopped, feet in the soft sand.
Behind me, the packed sand widened with the ebbing tide, our footprints still there where we had moved together.
I closed my eyes again, savoring the dance.
Jim Hartsell is a retired educator, living on the southwest slope of House Mountain. He divides his time as he sees fit – writing, making music, learning how to be a grandparent.
He opened the driver’s door and got out quietly. His son, swallowing hard, slid behind the wheel.
“Hit that gate hard and fast.”
The boy nodded.
“See you on the other side,” the father said, and disappeared.
The boy gunned the engine and dropped the clutch, steeling himself for impact.
Jim is a retired educator, living in the mountains of East Tennessee. He divides his time as he sees fit, the great advantage of retirement. His books are available through Amazon and Createspace for print and Smashwords for ebook format. His writer’s page is facebook.com/jimhartsellwriter.