Cypress Branches Literary Journal - Lamar State College-Orange
Cypress Branches Literary Journal - Lamar State College-Orange
Cypress Branches Literary Journal - Lamar State College-Orange
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Prose – Second Place<br />
Sun, Sand and Sisters<br />
Kim Hollingsworth<br />
Tammie sat frozen in fear as she trembled on the seat next to her big sister as they streaked down<br />
the highway at breakneck speed. The wind was whistling through the open truck window, causing Kim’s<br />
blonde ponytail to thrash to and fro. She sat on her dad’s lap steering that old black and white Ford<br />
pickup truck. The salty sweat was trickling down the side of her sun-kissed face. As Kim turned that old<br />
pickup truck on two wheels off the hot asphalt road and onto that sandy covered road, they could smell<br />
the river as they approached; it smelled as though it had just rained. The faster they traveled down the<br />
bumpy, sandy road, the more abundantly the dust would boil behind them. When they came to a stop,<br />
the dust would converge into the cab of the truck, engulfing them as when a fire engulfs and consumes<br />
dried leaves in the fall. The dust would attach to the sweat around their necks and leave a beautiful dirt<br />
necklace.<br />
As Tammie and Kim jumped from the cab of the truck, their bare feet were thrust into the warm,<br />
gritty sand that weaved its way between their toes. They would race each other, with their hearts<br />
pounding, up those rough-cut lumber stairs, carefully trying to avoid getting one of those jagged<br />
splinters embedded into their feet. Once they reached the top of the stairs, they were gasping for air.<br />
When they entered the camp, they would go directly to the enormous bay window and be mesmerized<br />
by the sight of the river that moved swiftly downstream. They would turn to each other and instinctively<br />
lock their pinkie fingers together and shout, “Sisters and forever!” Watching the river was like looking<br />
at liquid glass, so shiny, sparkling and bright. They knew soon they would be gliding on that shiny,<br />
sparkling glass to play on the sugary white sandbar across the way.<br />
Their mom and dad would be busy attaching ropes to the empty milk jugs; the empty milk jugs<br />
would soon become the flotation devices that would help transport the sisters across the river. Their dad<br />
carefully connected the milk jugs to both of their arms; he would lead them down to the river’s edge.<br />
Their dad would slowly submerge beneath the cool crisp water. Their dad would urge them one by one<br />
to wade out into the water to meet him. Kim went first; as the cool crisp water crept up around her, she<br />
became suddenly aware that she was drifting gently in the current. They glided safely across the river to<br />
the sugary white hot sand that was waiting to scorch their bare feet. They would sit for hours, on that<br />
sandy river bank, building sand castles. Tammie would build a castle, and Kim would build one bigger.<br />
Then as their day would slowly draw to an end, the waves would rise and fall ever so discreetly, making<br />
their works of art disappear.<br />
Their stomachs would be growling so loudly it sounded as though African lions were caged up in<br />
there. Only one thing could quiet those lions, a red, ripe, juicy watermelon. The anticipation of cutting<br />
into that huge green watermelon made the sisters’ saliva spew forth like fountains. When the sharp<br />
glistening knife blade was inserted into that crisp green melon, it would begin splitting and cracking<br />
with not much effort from the knife. Tammie and Kim both knew that momentarily red, ripe, juicy<br />
goodness was going to explode. After they had devoured the flesh of the melon, they would carry the<br />
rinds to the burn pile located below the bay window where the security light would illuminate the stage<br />
for the nightly raccoon show.<br />
When the sun gave way and let the moon take over in the stillness of the night, the raccoon<br />
family would come for a visit. The huge fluffy one was Zelda, and the one with half its tail missing was<br />
Henry. Before they would begin eating, they would scurry down to the water’s edge with the liquid glass<br />
lapping at their tiny feet. They would ever so gently reach into the cool river water and wash their hands.<br />
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