The Sun blinded my sight with full force , but the air was vibrant , there were colors everywhere, and everyone was happy.
I kept myself busy with the sand castle but it fell apart, it was simply too wet to hold it's own structure . Mumma came and placed a big Sun hat on my head and I sat there shrieking with joy as the waves came and went tickling my toes and my swimming trunks swelling up like a balloon.
"Don't you go too close to waves , Sammy "
Mumma came by my side .
"Don't you go ..... waves"
"Don't .....go "
Her voice repeated , until it was a dying whisper , cursed to echo forever in my head. When I woke up mid night in the barn upon the decaying hay ,and realized that it was just a dream. At least mum was still with me in my dreams. I whipped my wet cheeks and waited for the Sun to crawl into the sky.
Waiting is all I've been doing till now,but not anymore.
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Smiled
Short StoryA Golden Childhood . A hand which couldn't hold long enough. Promises tangled with lies . A tale of a fate of a child who grew to fast for his age and who dared to dream with only memories by his side.
