The fence... nothing I haven't faced before. I've climbed it a million times in the past year, but now something about it is foreboding. Dad is gone. I'm safe to go touch the water now.... My mind is screaming at me to go, to get out. I can be back before my dad gets back. He would never know, unless I got wet of course. But that is not my intent; I just want to walk the boardwalk....
I calculate my chances of getting caught again.
Last time I got caught, dad slapped me so hard to the floor it took everything in me not to scream.... I watch the waves crash down on the water not that far past the fence. I edge closer, clinging to the fence with my fingers. I hear dad's jeep turn off on the highway.
I glance down at Teddy. His little black puppy eyes shimmer as he looks up at me and wags his tail.
"Do you think it's a good day to go out today, Teddy?" I ask. Teddy gives a little high pitch bark. Beware, miniature dachshunds are small and cuddly and playful and everything but teddy's vicious when it comes time for his bath. I can't even go near him.... I use a high powered water gun for him. Needless to say he has teeth and he's not afraid to use them. I wouldn't either if I were a dog as small as him.
The salty beach blows a breeze our way. Not many get past the trees in the way. My dad had made an opening for my mother when she use to take her little sailboat out on the water. No trees can grow there now, but her boat will never go out on the water again. Now the opening should seem dangerous to me, or so my dad says, because he said if he ever found me in the water he'd beat me so hard I would regret choosing to even enjoy the water to begin with.
Well today I choose to enjoy myself despite the consequences I will have to endure if I am caught.