Witnessing the fear etched onto the faces of the ducks nearby, I was determined to make him stop somehow. I skidded to halt just before crashing into his bent body. He was searching for more rocks. …show more content…
He stood and gazed at me, my feet covered in wet sand, my lungs working hard, my head just clearing his shoulders. Laughing, he turned the rocks over in his hands. He spun and threw one rock, sending it cutting through the air towards some resting ducks. I held my breath, anger surging through me. The rock hit an oak tree. I exhaled. I had decided to let it go and was about to leave when his voice came from behind me: “They’re just some stupid ducks.” I swung my head around. The words were barely out of his mouth when his eyes locked on a young, brown-feathered duck waddling between us. Before I could react, he kicked the duck. Seething with rage, I closed the feathery distance between us in three steps and shoved him as hard as I could. Disbelief crossed both of our faces as he hit the ground, and I stood in shock. A woman came running towards us, my mother at her