‘Quicksand’

The sky was painted gold. The fluffy clouds slowly drifted towards us while I held Beth’s hand. Everything was perfect.

“Let’s go a little bit further – beyond the great pyramids, beyond where we’re supposed to go. I know that there, you can witness some of the world’s most breath-taking views,” I explained as a smile spread across my face.

“Are you sure we’re allowed to go there? It could be dangerous,” Beth whispered, afraid of the trouble we might get into.

“I’m sure darling, I’m sure, trust me.”

We carried on going over the sandy slopes. The views were incredible, just as Joe had said. My feet began to sink into the grains.

“We should go back now, Joe.”

“No, let’s just go up this slope and then we’ll go back.”

We ambled up holding hands.

“Come on, we haven’t got all day,” I exclaimed.

“Darling, I don’t think I can move,” she replied.

“I’m sure you can,” I looked down at her feet, but all I could see was her quickly disappearing ankles. Immediately, I grabbed her wrist and squeezed it as tight as I could. I pulled. I struggled. I stopped. I was sinking, too. We shouted until our throats were dry but no one came. It was hopeless. We stood there in silence for a few moments. Soon it was up to our chins, sand flooding into my mouth.

“I love you Beth.”

“I love you too.”

 

By Grace Sizer and Esther Hawkins

Image courtesy of Simon Matzinger at unsplash.com

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