Betty strolled down the dirt path breathing deeply
of the salty ocean air mixed with sun roasted pine needles. She never felt so at peace as she did when
she was visiting the family cottage. When
she reached the warm, white sand she rolled up her gray sweats and kicked off
her sandals leaving them in the sand. There
were only a few other families that shared this private beach so she felt
completely safe. She walked down the beach
and out onto the mud flats. The muck
squishing between her toes, making a slurpy noise each time she pulled her foot
out. She could see the water far out
ahead and remembered the times as a child she used to come here with her
parents, brother and sister. They would
laugh and play and run around the mud flats, splashing in the water pools and
streams, collecting shells and sand dollars and all the while keeping an eye on
how much farther to the ocean. On the
way home, her father would always stop at Dairy Queen so everyone could get a
treat. Such happy, carefree summer
days. What she wouldn’t give to relive just one of
those days.
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