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Some Nights I Wish That My Lips Could Build a Castle

August 30th, 2013 | Posted by Veronica Louis in Writing Challenges

WordPress.com Daily Prompt: Can’t Drive 55

Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!

by Veronica Louis

Sand Castle

Photo : Brent Hathaway

Hello. My name is Sanjie. I’m five and I like to draw and I like to talk a lot. My mommy says I talk too much. But I think it’s good to talk because talking makes me get better words and get other people to tell stories to me. And there’s a lot of stuff in my brain and I like to talk so that they come out of my brain and I can share with my mommy what’s in my brain. And I feel better when I do that.

I like going to the beach. We go to Plattsburg beach each year. Mommy says we were going there since I was a baby. But I don’t remember. My favorite thing to do is to go in the water. Mommy always puts the yellow jacket on me. She says it keeps me safe. But it’s hard to move around like I want in the jacket, in the water. It’s like I’m wearing ten sweaters with no sleeves.

One time I went in the water. And when Mommy wasn’t looking, I left the yellow jacket on the sand. And I was swimming ok. But when my feet did not touch down, I was not swimming ok. I was scared. My feet couldn’t touch anything. And I swallowed water. And my head couldn’t stay over the water line. So I just stopped kicking and I went down. I wasn’t scared anymore… there was nothing I can do. I was sad.

But then I felt something on me like a piece of wood. I grabbed it. But the piece of wood was moving. And something pulled me over the water line. It wasn’t a piece of wood. It was a leg of a dark man.

He brought me on the sand. I remember Mommy saw me and ran to me and her eyes were scared. And I felt sad I made her scared. I turned my head to the left. There was a castle from the sand. The dark man pushed my stomach and I barfed water all over the castle. The castle got wet. It looked stronger wet.

Some nights I dream about castles from sand. I dream that my lips can build a castle.

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