I pared this down from 160 word, so here’s what I have.
Click here for more stories from the Fictioneers.
Copyright-Renee Homan Heath
A splash hits our knees, spraying salt water in our faces. My son drops my hand and dives into the breakers. When I reach him, he is floating and bobbing.
A wave curls behind us in one breath, poised to inhale us. I grab my son’s hand, and the salty sting engulfs us. I lose my grip of him as I thrash against the sand.
Bewildered and shaken, I emerge from the sea foam. My son is nowhere.
Across the rippling waves, a tiny frame wrestles in the water. I reach for my son’s hand. Wide-eyed and grinning, he says, “Let’s do it again.”