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Building sandcastles

Short story By: witch fang
Literary fiction



This is a letter from a young girlnamed Anna to her late younger brother, Donny.


Submitted:Sep 16, 2008    Reads: 168    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Building Sandcastles

When you went away, I didn't understand at first. Mommy said you were sick but that's still no reason to leave us.Why would you want to leave? Here we have beaches and waves that speak to the thunder. Mommy makes chocolate cake and daddy's all ways buying us new things to play with. I was sad. Mommy and daddy cried. Nana waas there. She and all the aunties. You looked so different all dressed up. LIke a little penguin.When it was time to put your body in the box, nana and the aunties all stood up and sang for you. It was such a pretty song. So sad, so sad. When we got home mommy put me to bed, still crying. And told me about heaven. It sounded like such a wonderful place, so I've decided to write you a leter. And you can write back and tell me all about it.

Dear Donny

How are ya? Ever since you left home has been colder. Mommy and daddy dont hold me or pick me up as often. They dont speak much either but I think they're still "grieving". I stopped grieving ages a go. Why should I? In heaven their are waves that never settle and perfect beaches. Endless sun shine. Chocolate cake and toys with bell and whistles, wheels and lights. Do you remember building sand castles at east beach? We used to build them up as high as mountains, with a big moat that led down to the sea and shells for windows. I remember running around trying to find leaves for flags and interesting pieces of kelp for slime. You cried remember. When our sand castle was conquered by the waves. And you sat in the soggy sand and tried to build it up again. I remeber putting my arm around you and trying to console you. "We'll build it again Donny. As big as the stars. You'll see." I miss building sand castles with you Donny. I miss stealing cookies from the cookie jar and helping mom make chocolate cake. I miss fighting over the spoon and the remote and the last biscuit. I miss playing hide and seek and tag on the beach, but mostly Donny, I just miss your smiling face.

From Anna-Bell

I rolled up my message and tied it with a ribbon. Even though I kinda cheated, (I got mommy to tie it),she didn't read it, promise. But she smiled when I said it was for you. I put it in a bottle. Just like in the movies, and threw it into the ocean. I know you'll get it. Because I believe, that some where. On some far away beach, you're there. Just building sand castles. And waiting for me, hopefully.





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