![]() Grabbing Life Back At The KeysA Story by Marie Harrison![]() A beach story![]() GRABBING LIFE BACK AT THE KEYS A storm was rolling in onto the shore like a bowling ball about to meet its last standing pin. Chuck raised his eye brows and cheerfully yelled at me to entice me to come down from my tree house, "An East wind is blowing, better bring your bike inside and get ready for dinner!" He's always so over protective when it comes to me, nothing is insignificant. As I was sliding down my knotted nylon rope, I sliced my hand open. It's burning like a paper cut. I winced as my bare feet hit the soft warm sand. A few grains of sand got stuck in the tiny crevices between my two webbed toes that I inherited from Chuck. He always told me that webbed toes were twice as good for you when it came to swimming with the dolphins in the warm ocean and winning swim meets. I hope he's right about next week's swim meet! I ran towards my house that was surrounded by a rusty wrought-iron gate and climbed over it as any healthy eight-year-old girl would do. Why push it open with the palm of your hand, when climbing was much more fun to do. I brought my little huffy with the training wheels inside and swiftly shut the sliding glass door. "Hey Tiny Trinkets, wash-up and help me set the table. It's almost ready!" Chuck said as he winked at me. I ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower to rinse off all of the excess sand and take off the bathing suit that I'd worn for the last two days. I can't wear it to school tomorrow. It is Key West? ...But still, Chuck wouldn't allow it. Besides, my blue dress with dolphins and rainbows is already ironed and ready to go. Briefly, I closed my eyes as the warm water sprayed my dirty face with a fine mist. I started lathering up with my favorite grape shampoo and singing about silly moon beams in a jar. I was catching a faint whiff of the sweet, cinnamon smell of apple-butter pancakes and hot sausage wrap slowly around me, and invade the moist grape-scented shower air. I finished my shower, quickly zipped-up my pink polka-dotted romper and braided my long, pony-tail. My stomach was starting to growl like Nessy the Lochness Monster. I started to set the table, carefully arranging the knives, forks and spoons. Then I noticed that there was one less candle in the candelabra that Chuck always lit on our traditional Sunday night dinner, with his signature pancakes and sausages. Oh well, change is common place to me by now. Since my Mom died, hardly anything has stayed the same anymore. Tomorrow's my first day of school. I'm so happy and elated this feeling might just intoxicate me. I get to see all of my friends from last year. I can't wait for the swim meet too! I got the Bible out and placed it by Chuck's seat. He always read's me a story about truth and virtue before every meal. That way I'll grow up to be an angel, just like Mom! © 2010 Marie HarrisonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 1, 2010 Last Updated on June 1, 2010 Author![]() Marie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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