Friday, 25 January 2013

Response 1: One last time

It felt like the whole of Castlerock was our playground, and that Summer would never end.

No one would say it, scared to break the spell, but it was the last day of our vacation.

It had been a Summer of discovery, the four of us living in each other’s pockets, sleeping at each other’s houses, occasionally just sleeping outside.

Brown from the sun, our eyes and teeth glowed out from our tanned faces, hair streaked and straw-like.

We had become friends for life, had learnt so much from each other, about each other.  We’d been through arguments, loss, heartache and pain, but most of all were the laughs, the in-jokes, secret language of our friendship.

We stand at the edge of the lake, holding our breath as if it would halt time.  Then running, laughing and screaming we leap into the freezing, clear, calm water.  For one last time.

1 comment:

  1. Ah, this brings back memories with my friends back in the day.
    Great story.