She was about 85 and he was still only about 8.
They had gotten as far as Lifeguard Beach (Red Cross Beach), the sign for the House Site.
She was winded.
He was skipping stones and hitting his feet on the rocks under the water.
Suddenly, he had an image of her, of both of them, young and in love, but there was something...
They were sunning themselves and reading on a beach blanket. Not this day, another day, a day in summer. She wanted to go to the House Site, he stopped her. He grabbed her hand and she started as if he had touched her with fire.
And then again, they were the same age, but older, and it was Fall. The leaves were beautiful but it was too cold to step in the water. Their shoes were on, and the sand was not tempting.
He was sad about something, and she put her arm through his.
Looking each other full in their faces, their eyes, everything was taken in. She said, "If I live forever, I'll never want to let you go. I'll always want to come back here. To keep walking along these shores with you. We are always safe here,"
And then-again-he was torn away. A dragon, Thunder, fire, a blade coming close to his skin. Pain. Pain. Pain. Darkness. He was locked in, he kept banging at the door. Pain.
And then the old lady turned around. "Let's keep going, I'm ready now,"
And he emerged from the water, a little boy of 8 years old, and led her gently by the hand, afraid to turn back and see the dragon that was hovering over the water.
They had gotten as far as Lifeguard Beach (Red Cross Beach), the sign for the House Site.
She was winded.
He was skipping stones and hitting his feet on the rocks under the water.
Suddenly, he had an image of her, of both of them, young and in love, but there was something...
They were sunning themselves and reading on a beach blanket. Not this day, another day, a day in summer. She wanted to go to the House Site, he stopped her. He grabbed her hand and she started as if he had touched her with fire.
And then again, they were the same age, but older, and it was Fall. The leaves were beautiful but it was too cold to step in the water. Their shoes were on, and the sand was not tempting.
He was sad about something, and she put her arm through his.
Looking each other full in their faces, their eyes, everything was taken in. She said, "If I live forever, I'll never want to let you go. I'll always want to come back here. To keep walking along these shores with you. We are always safe here,"
And then-again-he was torn away. A dragon, Thunder, fire, a blade coming close to his skin. Pain. Pain. Pain. Darkness. He was locked in, he kept banging at the door. Pain.
And then the old lady turned around. "Let's keep going, I'm ready now,"
And he emerged from the water, a little boy of 8 years old, and led her gently by the hand, afraid to turn back and see the dragon that was hovering over the water.
