Thank you, Rochelle, for one of your water colours as our Friday-Fictioneer prompt. I can recall when I was a child of the days running through the soft surf and collecting shells. Scrambling over rocks and poking around small pools was also lots of fun.
More stories from the group can be read HERE.
They Grow So Fast
Jessica was fearless.
At three she ran into the sea, and I had to rescue her from the pounding waves.
You never told me it was salty, she had said.
At four, she fell off the donkey.
It was my fault. I should have told her she was too small to be a jockey.
At ten she climbed the fifty-foot cliff face.
My heart raced. Get off I screamed. You’ll fall.
At twenty, she is sailing solo across the Atlantic.
These shells soothe my apprehension and remind me of our fun times.
Oh, Jessica, you grew so fast.