Issue 13
Rock
Carmen Adair
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Exploring Tide Pools
"Mom, come help!" Tony cried as he struggled to overturn the rock planted in the wet earth. "There's gotta be a bunch under here!"
I waded into the puddle behind him, seized the rock, rolled it over, and we were rewarded with half a dozen small crabs sent scurrying across the beach. Tony's squeals of delight filled the salty air.
There had been too little laughter in our world since his father walked out on us. Days spent going to school and nights spent working and dreaming of a better future had left me with little time for Tony. I was missing too much, and that had to change. We needed moments to just be together and remember how to have fun.
"C'mon Mom, quick! There's another tide pool!" Tony shouted as he ran off in the direction of his pointing finger.
I smiled as I hurried to keep up with his excitement. My son and I spent that morning with sand between our toes, upturning rocks, searching for crabs, finding so much more.
~Carmen Adair
Carmen Adair lives near Seattle and writes her best stories while listening to the rhythm of the falling rain. Email.
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