Sand Castles Promises

You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hale starts descending form the sky. Write a post about what happens next.

“Has anyone seen Timmy? Has anyone seen my son?” He asks gasping for air.

He was deeper in the water when the hail hit, Timmy was building sand castles with his friend so he decided to go for a swim to clear his head. Who would have thought that a sudden hail storm would over take them on this sun-filled, hot day?

“Timmy!!!” he yelled.

“He’s over here.” came a response from behind him.

Turning, he spots his son sitting underneath a picnic table, as the hail pelted his own head and shoulders. Realizing his son is safe, he starts to feel the sharp pain from the quarter size hail. Not seeing much shelter available, he runs toward the table that his son is sitting under, just staring at the ground.

Surprisingly enough, people rearrange to give him some room to get to his son and get away from the damaging ice pellets falling endlessly from the sky. He gets down on all fours to get eye level with his boy

“This is weird, huh?”

“I guess.” was the response from Timmy, still staring at the sand

“You OK?”

“Yeah.” eyes tearing up as he stared into his own little universe

“You sure you are not hurt? Why the tears?”

“You promised that it was going to be sunny all day, and now it is ruined.” Timmy said as he turned away from his Father.

“Yeah, that is what I thought this morning when I watched the weather reports. Thought we would have a beautiful day to hang out at the beach.”

“You were going to show me how to make awesome sand castles,” said the boy, anger rising in his little voice. “And now you can’t. It’s not fair!”

Biting back his tongue as he could feel a lecture coming on about how life is not fair, and that sometimes you have to live with disappointments and that it was not his fault that the weather turned bad, he paused, closed his eyes and listened. Listened for the words to say to make his son understand. Looking around and seeing that the hail was not immediately melting, and that the whole beach was now covered in white ice balls, a smile came over his face.

As the hail stopped, he looked at his son and said “Boy, this must REALLY be our lucky day.”

“No it’s not, everything is messed up.”

“Messed up?” he replied, in as positive a tone as he could muster. “What are you talking about, this is awesome!”

Timmy slowly turned his head to look at his smiling father. “Huh?”

“I bet there a thousands of kids that got to go to the beach and build awesome sand castles this summer, but how many kids got to go to the beach and build awesome ice castles?!”

He ran out to the beach, not looking back at his son, the ice balls crunching under his feet, dropped to his knees and started gather up the hail that minutes before had supposedly ruined their day. As he did, he heard crunching coming toward him. Looking up he saw his son running toward him, smiling from ear to ear.

“You were right Dad, this is the perfect day to be at the beach!”

About joatmon14

Man in recovery from everything, looking for a little help, inspiration and direction.... Have spent the last 25 years working in big business, getting lost in all the chaos, not feeling like what I did mattered. By no means am I a professional writer nor do I even think I am that good, but it is something I love to do. Getting lost in a world of words, even for just a little while is why I started my blogs. In reality, at the age of 49 I am trying to find my voice. To find my passion. Maybe starting a little late, but better late than never. I write for me, I enjoy reading other's thoughts very much as well and look forward to the day that I can hold an extended, intelligent, meaningful conversation with YOU View all posts by joatmon14

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