Week #18 Foxtales Contest: Danger Point
It was around 3pm, when Ada arrived at her uncle and aunts house in the sleepy coastal town, called Danger Point; known exclusively for its historical and still operational lighthouse. “Shall I prepare you something to eat, while you unpack?” her aunt asked. “No, I’m good” Ada responded. “I’ve decided to take a walk along the beach, to the lighthouse. I’ll be back before dinner” she called back as she closed the door behind her. The idyllic walk on the pristine beach with was shattered by an ever increasing roaring of the beach buggy that swished past her. About 20m on, it stopped. She could see the driver investigating in his rear view mirror, and then back tracked. It was Ronald, the Mayor’s son. “Aren’t you the tomboy that visits the Clarks every summer”, he stammered trying to shake off the deception that had unfolded, since last seeing her. Ada giggled, realising that she no longer had the urge to do spirited deeds. She would have made a greater effort to conceal herself had she realised that her flapping dress, had betrayed her recently formed curves. Ronald, noticing her new softness, seemed to be floundering for the right thing to say, “I shall I join you?” He partially choked, not knowing where those words had come from. “Yes”, she said without hesitation, long admiring the Mayor’s dapper son. They wondered off, along the beach toward the lighthouse, both bewildered by what was happening; as if their internal compasses were desperately searching for direction. Every action that followed seem to be orchestrated by a force much greater themselves; their hands drifted magnetically toward each other’s and bonded in a loose, playful bond...