Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge
There is something special about watching the sunrise over the ocean. I have felt this way ever since I was a child, and my mother would wake us up early in the morning to make the one-hour drive to the shore. Barely awake, we’d trudge down the sand until we were close enough to hear the waves and feel the saltwater on our faces but far enough back not to get wet. We’d huddle together on the blanket in serious childhood debate, waiting for those first rays to change the sky from dark blue to a wild array of colors.
As we got older, the trips were few and far between, but mom always insisted on at least one group trip a year on Thanksgiving morning. Over the years, we transitioned from one car to multiple cars, from mom driving herself to a rotation of being picked up by a child and a yearly debate on if significant others and children will be invited. The answer has always been no.
This past year was no different as we sat on the beach half-awake arguing over minor things like the best antibacterial hand gel that won’t dry out your hands or which food delivery service had better options. Then the sun started to rise.
There was magic in the golden hour that made all the bickering and fighting between siblings disappear, and it was just us, mom, and the sun.
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