The soft July wind pushed past her sun kissed cheeks. Her little sister was busy frolicking in the surf and kicking the blow up beach ball through the waves daring it to go just a little further each time toward Greenland.
She was content. Warm. Happy. They had been on the road driving across the country for what seemed like weeks. They left the Pacific Ocean 22 days before. This was the first time she had stepped onto the beaches of the Atlantic. She’d been waiting and waiting.
Now she was here. iPod tuned to her favorite song, book at the ready, sunscreen applied, sun shining, blanket warming in the sand, frosty drink perched beside her and not a worry to get back into the car for another hour. Time to relax.
“Come play wit me.”
She turned to see her little sister pulling on her toe, begging her to get up.
“Beat it, I’m relaxing.” Her sister was 11 years younger than her. She loved her without a doubt but playing on the beach wasn’t really her thing anymore.
Those eyes. They pleaded with a longing that resembled a lost puppy dog. She feared that if she said no, her sister would burst into tears right then and there and then she’d have the wrath of her mother onto of her.
“Ok, but only for a few minutes.” Relaxing would have to wait.
“Sand castle? O.k.”
She grabbed some of her toys that hadn’t been played with in years. She remembered back to the last time she had used her pail and shovel reminiscing… realizing that now her sister would be making memories with these same toys that once were hers.
She dug in, pouring wet Atlantic sand into her pail, turning it over and repeating.
“Yay! Cass-ew! Cass-ew!”
Her little sister began collecting stones, shells, beach glass and sticks and decorating the castle that she was building. She was her little helper, doing and getting whatever she asked her to get. Never whining that she didn’t want to do it. She had a joy in her big blue eyes that only a little sister could have.
It grew bigger and bigger. She was really getting into this masterpiece of artwork. Her little sister by her side, working together with each other. Not just sisters but friends.
“Time to go girls.”
Disbelief. What about the iPod? The book?
She turned to her sister who was standing beside the glittering magical sand castle that they had created, grinning from ear to ear and realized that the pail and shovel were there all along to make a wonderful memory for her sister…. and one more for her.
This post was prepared in response to a RemembeRED prompt for the Red Dress Club. The prompt asked the writer to write something about sand.
This post is fictional.