Image: Louise at ‘The Storyteller’s Abode’.
We had a lovely time at the seaside. Mum and dad, little brother Will and older sister Sarah.
Mum and dad had packed a picnic.
My brother, sister and I went to the water’s edge. Dipping in our toes we squealed at how cold it was.
Around us, seagulls flew here and there, forever savaging leftovers or chips thrown to them by other seaside goers. There were boats on the water bobbing about as boats do, all under a sun that sparkled on the water. Mum called to us to put on our sunscreen as we had the sort of complexions the sun loved to cook.
As we stood before mum, patiently having the screen applied, we noticed mum’s eyes grow wider. We turned as the grey shadow in the water came close to the shore, grabbed a boy in the shallows and disappeared into the depths.
Everyone was numbed by the event. As if nothing had happened the water returned to its peaceful self.