Here is an excerpt from my soon to be released short story, Waltz into the Waves. You can pre-order your copy here.
I swung around at my father’s voice. He stood atop the sand dunes, waving to me. I hoped he was not coming to take me home.
“Father! Come and join me. This water is lovely!” The seawater swirled about my ankles, and the sand squished between my toes. I didn’t want to leave.
My father threw back his head. I could hear his laugh even though he was far away.
“I thought you might rather persuade another to join you!” He yelled.
“Who? Cynthia perhaps?” Even the name of my dear friend, who was a servant on the neighboring estate, brought a smile to my face. Being a rather odd girl, I didn’t have many friends. Cynthia was my senior by a full ten years. She had taken me under her wing when my mother had died shortly after my birth. Cynthia was a good friend and understood the deep attachment I had to my father. She, however, did not understand my love for the ocean. She feared the waves almost as much as I loved them.
“I was thinking you might prefer Alex’s company this day.” I could almost see my father’s eyes dancing.
“He is here?” I lifted my skirts and ran as fast as I could in the sand.
My father was still laughing when I reached him.
“Is he truly here?” I threw my arms around my father’s neck. His eyes were indeed dancing. The same way they danced in the winter when he and I would work on gifts for each other, making a game out of who could keep the gift a secret the longest. They also danced that way on long summer days, when we worked together to build castles in the sand or hunted for crabs.
He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a squeeze before nodding. “He arrived minutes ago and came right over to see you.”
I shrieked with joy and pulled away from my father. Taking fists full of my skirt, I started racing back toward the house. Soon my bare feet were slapping against grass instead of sand. As I approached our neighbor’s manor, I slowed my steps. Shielding my eyes from the sun, I gazed toward the house, where Cynthia worked. I saw him! Alex stood with his broad back turned to me. His hands rested on his hips as he watched servants carry in his trunks.