William was wise and kind. “I love it here. I don’t ever want to leave.” The wet sand oozed like syrup under our feet.
“I love it too.”
The three-year-old weaved along. “Do you believe in God?”
His question took me off-guard. “What?”
I shrugged, puzzled.
“I think the waves are the breath of God.”
Stunned, I lurched to a halt. William swam unfathomable depths. Where he led, my heart longed to follow.
Over the surf, I heard Dot call.
“Time to go, son.”
William saw his caseworker on the deck. “I don’t like her.”
Heartbroken, I nodded.
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Daily Post prompt. (100 words)