The wave raised to isolate me from the whole world ....from the birds in the sky....the children on the beach....mom on the sand. There was a green moment of silence....and then the second wave handled me to the sky, to the sand, to the children's shouting. I went out of the lake and found the world waiting for me, It didn't differ even a little from the picture that i left it on.
I run to my mom on the sand , she wrapped me fast with a fluffy towel and said: ''stop moving that u can dry ...''.
I stood in my place, watching the sun drying the water droplets on my arm leaving a sort of tiny multiple traces that looks like what we see on the chicken skin.... Mom said:'' the wind's getting stronger...put on your jacket..." and then i told her '' wait let me see the traces on my skin.." so she shouted threatening me:"harold..!!" .
i put my jacket on, and i started watching the waves rising up high then going down again crawling on the sand....in a smooth moves leaving behind a special echo.
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the lake
Science Fictiona short story that combines the love of the childhood and how it can affect us in our life .
