TITLE: SHADOW OF A CRESCENT MOON
GENRE: MG contemporary with paranormal elements
The green wicker bench: painted by Dad and me last summer.
The 100 year-old oak tree: home to robins, squirrels, and an occasional kid.
The Camp Store with green trim: where a camper can buy cheese puffs, a whoopee cushion, and worms all at the same time.
If I focus hard enough on each of these things, maybe I can calm the aching in my chest that feels like I’ve been underwater for too long.
Mom sits on the bench and pats the seat next to her.
“Come on, Sadie. We’ll wait here for Mrs. Z to bring the key to Dad’s house.”
I collapse onto the bench. The sign for the campground looms large in front of me, the little green turtle’s footprints tracing a path all around the words “Turtle Cove Campground” and “Owner: Peter Elliott.” My chest constricts a little tighter.
I wonder if Mom is the owner now.
I dig around in my bag, making extra noise to hide the sniffle that I can’t stop. My hand brushes against my vision journal, but I push that down further. I guess I should have told Dad about my visions of Becky last summer. I pull out my sketchbook and a pencil, instead.
I sketch the outline of the campground sign and the road leading into the Turtle Cove. I feel like I need to capture it all, because you never know when life is going to kick your legs out from under you.