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The Last Castle

Emma Eden Ramos

    Sabrina watched the waves. Sheets on a bed, she thought. They rippled like those mom used to put on her Hello Kitty “big girl” bed. Not pink. Not blue either, actually, though everyone always said sea water was blue. It was more grayish. Grayish and angry when it stung the cuts on your toes and ankles.
    “Ready, Bri?” Sabrina heard her father call out.
    “No, I’m not!”
    If he tried to force her as he always did, she’d start to cry. She might even fling herself towards the water.
    “Five more minutes then, okay? Not one second longer.”

    Plastic bucket and shovel in hand, Sabrina made her way to the nearest dry spot. She scooped and built, scooped and built. With each layer of water-thickened sand, Sabrina watched the familiar figure in front of her disappear from the feet upward. She thought about what her mom always called “lovely things”: speckled ponies, newborn kittens, yellow get-well roses; things that were supposed to bring happiness.
    “Okay, kiddo,” the words were like traffic noise in Sabrina’s ears. “Time, she’s up.”
    “Ahhh!” Sabrina shrieked, as her father came towards her. “You crushed it!”

    “There’ll be plenty of other chances in the future,” Sabrina’s father said as they walked toward the parking area.
    “That” Sabrina replied, drying her eyes, “was what you said the last time we visited mom in the hospital.”



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