I am six, I am in the calm quiet water, I am on my back, I am drifting unnoticed out to sea on a sunny day: the day my parents brought us all to the beach, the day we ended asleep in the station wagon because there wasn't money enough for the Howard Johnson's.
I remember my father's hand closing around my ankle and pulling me towards him, towards shore. I remember hating him in that moment, thinking he had broken some magic spell. But then there was hamburgers and french fries and ice cream, and that was magic enough.
Ah, a day at the beach. Paradise in the sun.ReplyDelete
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Nice bit of nostalgia. Other than the strangeness of her dress, it is quite a peaceful scene. I'm with you on this, David. :-)ReplyDelete
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very sweetly toldReplyDelete
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Love the imagery you created here. That was enough! :)ReplyDelete
Thank you so much :)Delete
good times in the sun.ReplyDelete
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