W is for Waltz
9:33 AM
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.
4 comments
I loved this short story soo much!!
ReplyDeleteCinderella is one of my favourite fairy tales, as is Snow White, and Beauty and the Beast has become a favourite since writing a retelling. :)
Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorites too (and I am working on a short story retelling)
DeleteMy favorite is probably Beauty and the Beast.
ReplyDeleteMine too!
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