SEA IN THE SKY
The stormy sea sky mocked me. Could Daddy and I see the same sinister moon? Hopefully, he’s tucked safely inside his ship, not in danger of falling overboard as the swirling clouds suggested.
“No costume, Beatrice? It’s almost time for trick-or-treating,” called Mom.
I kicked the screen door. It squeaked. I hoped it might break.
“You don’t want to go?”
“I can’t, Mom. The sea is in the sky tonight.”
“I think it’s lovely with that crescent moon up there.”
“You mean the frowning crescent face staring at me? It’s creepy — and Daddy…”
“Was supposed to go trick-or-treating with us?,” Mom finished.
“I miss Daddy, too. It stinks he got deployed at Halloween. Ok, no trick-or-treating. Something else in mind?”
I squeezed my eyes shut as Daddy’s smiling face painted my mind. His tummy rumbled with a quirky chuckle while dolloping dots of frosting on our noses. Frosting — that’s it!
“Can we make graveyard cake with cookie headstones?”
Mom’s chin crumbled, her voice hitched. “Daddy’s favorite. I’d like that.”
The screen door whooshed as we left the stormy sea sky behind us. It could mock me no more.