His hand is reaching out towards mine. I look down at my shovel and the half-made sand castle I am making, then back up at him. The thought of going far out into the ocean scares me, but I know he would never allow anything to happen to me. So, with every ounce of courage I have I take his hand and we walk towards the water.
I look over at my cousin and she's holding onto my uncle's hand. She gives me a reassuring smile as the water reaches our feet. It feels nice.
The worst part is coming up though, the deeper we go, the more I can't see my feet. It's the scariest knowing the water isn't clear and even knee deep my feet have disappeared. Even though my breathing has started to pick up, we continue to walk into the ocean. The only thing keeping me from panicking is my tight grip on his hand. My tiny hand is enveloped by his massive hand and I know I won't be going anywhere if my hand is in his.
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Once Upon A Thought
Short StoryEver have those moments where you're writing something and loving the story line, then one day you have no inspiration to finish? Well guys that's me on almost everything I write, so here's a book full of my one or so paged stories that I'll probabl...
