This week’s prompt: ‘Tomorrow when the sun will rise, who knows what the tide could bring.’
TREASURE FROM THE TIDE
Each morning eight-year-old Aran, his mahogany skin warmed by the sun, trekked to the shore to greet his best friend. The brilliant blue of the water delighted him, and as the waves danced and frolicked on their way to the beach, Aran waited eagerly for them to spill onto the sand at his feet so that he could dance with them.
After splashing in the tide to his heart’s content, he then hurried to the small cave set into the rocky cliff overlooking the beach, where he kept his stash of sea-polished rocks. Daily, he scoured the beach, collecting new ones, always anticipating some special treasure that he was sure, one day, would be deposited on this tiny island by this best of friends, the ocean.
Today he’d found that gift. But what was it? Coral? It didn’t feel like coral. It wasn’t quite hard enough. He examined it closely, his nimble fingers tracing the scores of tiny hollows that formed a pattern and offered a mystery.
He carried it home at lunch time to show his mom and Grandfather. “What is it, Poppy?” he’d asked Grandfather. He knew Poppy had traveled to distant lands many years ago, and he would surely know what this beautiful treasure was.
“It’s a wasps’ nest,” was the rep!y, and then, because the island had no wasps, Poppy had to explain about the insects and how they built their homes.
Fascinated by Poppy’s words, Aran held the delicate structure close. Here it was! His anticipated treasure from another world! His connection with people and adventures that were beyond his ocean! He would treasure this gift … keep it safe … and some day … some day he would set off from this tiny island that had been his home for eight years, and – carried in the arms of his best friend – he would discover the rest of the world for himself.
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Whistles!!❤️💖Some truly delightful imagery here, especially love “The brilliant blue of the water delighted him, and as the waves danced and frolicked on their way to the beach” and “his nimble fingers tracing the scores of tiny hollows that formed a pattern and offered a mystery.” Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support.❤️💖
Lots of love,
Thank you, Sanaa. I always enjoy taking part in your prompts when I can.
This brought back memories of my children and I beach combing along Maine’s shore. Treasures found on such afternoons have a special magic.