Short Story Written by Me
TREASURE
The hot sand stung their bare feet with each step they drew closer to the sea. They walked until they found the cool refuge of the wet ground before it and lifted their eyes. The sea rose in front of them, vast and welcoming. Its surface glittered, stretching as far as the eye could see, and waves after waves raced and stumbled and slid, foaming, trying to reach their tiny feet. "Come on!" shouted a boy behind them. "Why are you just standing there?" They turned their heads and saw him sprinting towards them, passing them and charging into the water with a diving finale. He disappeared from sight and seconds later he erupted out of the sea triumphantly, bombarding their warm bodies with wet spikes. "Come on! The water is so warm!" he said and skimmed the water surface with his palm, sending more spikes towards them. The two kids backed off to the burning sand. "Leave your brothers alone, Tom!" a man's voice shouted from behind. He was sitting on a beach chair under a yellow-blue umbrella, and besides him a woman who was lying on a towel outside the shade. Tom dove into the water and swam away, and the two boys felt safe enough to approach the sea, just outside the waves' reach. "You first," said the rounded boy, Ricky. "Okay," replied the smaller kid, Eddy. He took a deep breath and ran into the water with a battle cry. After few steps his slender feet stumbled and lost balance, and he fell. Instinctively he closed his eyes before the water engulfed him in its warm embrace and all outside noise was silenced by the quiet murmur of the sea. It whispered calmly in his ear and carried him gently. But his instincts called again and he started kicking and punching underwater, rising up with the bubbles of air that escaped and went to reunite with the air above. His head emerged, his blond hair covering his eyes, and he gasped for breath. "It's warm," Ricky said besides him, who was advancing step by step. He stopped waist-deep in the water and sat down so his
The hot sand stung their bare feet with each step they drew closer to the sea. They walked until they found the cool refuge of the wet ground before it and lifted their eyes. The sea rose in front of them, vast and welcoming. Its surface glittered, stretching as far as the eye could see, and waves after waves raced and stumbled and slid, foaming, trying to reach their tiny feet. "Come on!" shouted a boy behind them. "Why are you just standing there?" They turned their heads and saw him sprinting towards them, passing them and charging into the water with a diving finale. He disappeared from sight and seconds later he erupted out of the sea triumphantly, bombarding their warm bodies with wet spikes. "Come on! The water is so warm!" he said and skimmed the water surface with his palm, sending more spikes towards them. The two kids backed off to the burning sand. "Leave your brothers alone, Tom!" a man's voice shouted from behind. He was sitting on a beach chair under a yellow-blue umbrella, and besides him a woman who was lying on a towel outside the shade. Tom dove into the water and swam away, and the two boys felt safe enough to approach the sea, just outside the waves' reach. "You first," said the rounded boy, Ricky. "Okay," replied the smaller kid, Eddy. He took a deep breath and ran into the water with a battle cry. After few steps his slender feet stumbled and lost balance, and he fell. Instinctively he closed his eyes before the water engulfed him in its warm embrace and all outside noise was silenced by the quiet murmur of the sea. It whispered calmly in his ear and carried him gently. But his instincts called again and he started kicking and punching underwater, rising up with the bubbles of air that escaped and went to reunite with the air above. His head emerged, his blond hair covering his eyes, and he gasped for breath. "It's warm," Ricky said besides him, who was advancing step by step. He stopped waist-deep in the water and sat down so his