Bare feet dig into sand with grains so large and rough they might as well be small, jagged rocks. Blaire squints at the fiery sunset, a tired determination spurring her on. An orange glow reflects on pale faces as ponytails flash by. Rust jostles her at her legs in his excitement to reach the shore. Around them, other dogs bark, flashing in and around bare limbs as they dart toward the water.
Their owners are more reluctant. Melissa Evans drags her feet, a look of anticipation on her face. Lennon Mercer is striding forward, face impassive if not for the tightening of his jaw. Cassandra Mcdonald clutches at her mother's hand, shaking, but with her head held high.
The wind whips hair around faces and bites at eyes, a warning -- an invitation. Come. …show more content…
There's a look of grim determination on her face that only comes with time and experience. She's been hardened to the pain. The woman stops and waits, flinching only when droplets of water hit her skin, brought on by the onslaught of dogs that splash around, oblivious to what lies ahead.
Blaire follows with the others -- Rust is ten feet ahead, tripping over his feet in excitement. She's the seventh to reach the shore, and she stops a foot away from the dark imprint of the last wave on the wet sand. A hand clutches at her elbow -- her brother Tanner, small and scared, the sun's rays casting a red light on his face that matches his hair. He's lived for six years -- he's experienced the ocean for two.
No one wants to be the first. No one wants to have the strength sucked out of their limbs as their peers watch, their power stripped by water and salt. Around her, people shift restlessly, watching their pets excitedly swim around in the very thing they fear the most. None can remember a time when the ocean was not their enemy, when a dip in the sea couldn't weaken the most powerful