100 Drabbles of Summer - -- Daily Drabble Round-Up- day three -06/02/2010 100 Drabbles of Summer Participants-- post your drabbles as a comment to this post!
The most frightening sort of nightmares are the ones that start out as beautiful dreams.
Our trip to Seaside Park began according to plan. The late June sun drenching our blue sedan as we pulled into the driveway of the rented beach house. The finely grained sand between bare toes. The yellow yolk of the sun sliding silently into the sea. I remember you saying as we walked up the stairs to the porch after that first sunset that it was the start of a beautiful month.
And, until that third day, there was every indication that you were right.
She ran, giggling, her white sandals making indentations in the wet grass.
“Wait uppppppp!” called her little brother, his chubby legs frantically propelling him behind her. But she didn't listen. She reached the crest of the hill at the exact moment that the first one broke the sky open, bright streaks cascading down like a weeping willow's branches and then nothing.
Impulsively, she threw herself down onto the grass, crossing her arms behind her head and looking towards the stars. Now one changing from green to yellow. The ghostly remains of the first appeared for a moment in its light.
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Our trip to Seaside Park began according to plan. The late June sun drenching our blue sedan as we pulled into the driveway of the rented beach house. The finely grained sand between bare toes. The yellow yolk of the sun sliding silently into the sea. I remember you saying as we walked up the stairs to the porch after that first sunset that it was the start of a beautiful month.
And, until that third day, there was every indication that you were right.
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“Wait uppppppp!” called her little brother, his chubby legs frantically propelling him behind her. But she didn't listen. She reached the crest of the hill at the exact moment that the first one broke the sky open, bright streaks cascading down like a weeping willow's branches and then nothing.
Impulsively, she threw herself down onto the grass, crossing her arms behind her head and looking towards the stars. Now one changing from green to yellow. The ghostly remains of the first appeared for a moment in its light.
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