July 26, 2020

[#microfiction] - Week 30

Lately she had been thinking about how it would be only a few years before he left home. It made everything he did or said these days seem interesting and important.

[#microfiction] - Week 30

His feet sank in the soft sand under ankle-deep water where the broken waves lapped against the shore, their fierceness spent. It felt good to have the stability of his body reinforced up to his ankles. He practiced bending forward and backward, feeling himself balanced against the weight of the sand.

Looking up he waved at his mother on shore. She was watching him, amused at how much he was enjoying himself with this simple exercise. She waved back.

Lately she had been thinking about how it would be only a few years before he left home. It made everything he did or said these days seem interesting and important.