Our Beach

A flash fiction story about the magic of the beach.

Photo by Wade Weirdson on Unsplash

In the summer of 2007, we first sat on the beach and watched the waves ebb and flow for the first time.

The city was strange and unkind. But the beach was home.

In the spring of 2010, we picnicked at our beach and made plans to have a family.

The beach consoled us after the miscarriages.

In the fall of 2013, we welcomed out first born and introduced him to our beach.

The white-foamed edges of the tide tickled his plump toes.

In the winter of 2014, our beach encouraged us to keep trying for a second child despite the odds and our health.

Nine months later another son was born.

In 2020 when the world closed itself, our beach stayed open.

It hugged us when it was unsafe to be hugged by others.

In the fall of 2022, our beach introduced our kids to their new friends from the their new school.

And now I sit at our beach, gazing towards the horizon where the water and the sky melt into one. A vision of our meeting our grandkids at our beach for the first time.

Forever the waves ebb and flow over the sands of our beach…