A Fishing Trip to Remember
It was June 6th, 2013. Our family set off for a fishing trip in the crystal blue waters of the South Miami Sea. We had heard reports of a hurricane coming in from the north, but dad decided they were just rumors; who could blame him? The sky was as clear as could be and not a single cloud to be seen. A gentle, cool breeze blew in from the south blowing my hair over my eyes. My little brother Adrian swiped my hair back behind my ears; “
”There you go sis.” he said. Adrian is the best little brother a big sister could ask for. I never really understood the concept of sibling fights, because we both have always naturally gotten along. Mom was lying down in the back of the boat sun tanning. “Alyssa, could you get me a peach from the
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I walked back up the stairs and out the hatch into the blazing Miami sun. As I went to deliver the peach to mom, I tripped over a fishing rod that my brother had left out and I landed right on my face. “Who put that there!” I shouted as I rubbed my cheek in agony. Adrian popped his head up “I did, I’m sorry Aly I didn’t mean to make you fall.” He came over and gave me a tight hug at my waist. I can never stay mad at him for longer than ten or fifteen minutes. He’s just about my best friend. I got up and looked for the peach that I was holding. Then I saw it, floating out 15 feet into the ocean. That was our last peach. Sorry mom. BOOM! Out of nowhere thunder crashed around us. The sky was still clear and as calm as ever. BOOM! Thunder crashed all around, only this time clouds began to form. The sky turned gray. This must be the hurricane that everyone was talking about. None of us had ever seen anything like it, not even dad. Who has probably spent more time on the water than he has on land. “Everyone in the lower deck!” dad shouted over the loud rain that had begun pouring. “I’m scared” whimpered Adrian as he was clenching on to my arm. “In my head I was thinking “me and you both” but I had to be strong
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When I was a small child, I would always play by the docks on my grandparent's lake. I vividly recall dangling my feet off the docks and having the seaweed softly tickle my toes. Seeing my reflection is the cool dark water made me feel light and giddy, often resulting in me diving head first into the murky lake. It's been several months since I've last been there. My grandfather recently had some heart issues and has been resting in the neighboring hospital, seeing as though the lake house is far out of town. I've offered to help them maintain the house until grandpa recovered, my grandmother was exceedingly grateful. So that brings me here typing this story for whoever willing to read it. Looking out of the sliding glass door that borders
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As we pulled out of my parents driveway, the circumstances seemed very surreal. My entire way of life had been turned upside down with only a few hours consideration. I was very much “at sea” in the ...
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
Rolling waves gently brushed upon the sand and nipped softly at my toes. I gazed out into the oblivion of blue hue that lay before me. I stared hopefully at sun-filled sky, but I couldn’t help but wonder how I was going to get through the day. Honestly, I never thought in a million years that my daughter and I would be homeless. Oh, how I yearned for our house in the suburbs. A pain wrenched at my heart when I was once reminded again of my beloved husband, Peter. I missed him so much and couldn’t help but ask God why he was taken from us. Living underneath Pier 14 was no life for Emily and me. I had to get us out of here and back on our feet. My stomach moaned angrily. I needed to somehow find food for us, but how? Suddenly, something slimy brushed up against my leg and pierced my thoughts. I jumped back and brushed the residue of sand of my legs. What was that? As my eyes skimmed the water in front of me, I noticed something spinning in the foam of the waves. Curiosity got the best of me and I went over to take a closer look. The object danced in the waves and eventually was coughed out onto the beach. “Emily!” I called to my eight-year-old daughter who was, at that time, infatuated with a seashell that she found earlier that day. “Come here and see this! Mommy found something.” Although I had no idea what that something was and I definitely didn’t know it would change my life forever.