The Surfer

https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1uhbVGM0Bzy67YmZwIheMWQy95IY9FfeW
By Angie Bromeland

The brave surfer stood in the ocean cave, watching the waves. Finally, he walked into the water holding his board. He laid across it and paddled into the ocean. For a while, he sat on top of his board with one leg on either side of it. He counted the seconds between the waves. He imagined the water crashing down over him. He was already planning to return to this spot tomorrow. That’s when he knew he had become a slave to surfing. He smiled at the thought. “Youth have found worse ways to spend time,” he thought aloud.
Finally, it was time. He paddled farther out in the ocean, and as a wave rolled beneath him, he jumped to his feet on the board. He stretched his arms out like an eagle. And he flew. He flew with the wave for 23 seconds until it crashed over him. He held his breath as he plunged under the water, and then bobbed to the surface again. He knew if his mom had seen that, she would have said, “That was a close shave.” But he was safe and having the time of his life. The salty splashes prickled his skin. He had a huge smile on his face. He wanted to save this memory. He would rave about it later on.
The surfer rode a few more waves, but none for as long as that one. When the sun began to set, he paddled back to the shore.
He bent down in the sand. Using his index finger, he scratched a message onto the beach: Crave the Wave. Then he slung his board against his side, and found the sandy path that would lead him back to his car. He wondered if they’d ever pave this path. He shrugged. It didn’t matter. He’d be back again tomorrow.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Fawn's Snack in the Neighborhood

The Mystery in the Pines

Project Time