Aaron--Tides Turning

Tides Turning

The morning of the tragedy started off like any other. Becky, the mother in the family, was in the kitchen cooking some mouthwatering pancakes. Bill, the father in the family, was reading an article in the paper about children in third world countries dying from the lack of medical attention. Brad, the eighteen-year-old only child, was in the shower attempting to remove the scent from last night's wild party. Finally there is Blitzer, a golden retriever, who at the time was running around looking for anyone to play with. The family was having a morning like any other. It was Blitzer’s birthday that day, he was turning a year old and their plan was to celebrate this gift that God gave them by having a picnic at the beach. Once they finished eating they commenced packing everything they would need to have a perfect day. They arrived at to the beach, sat next to tower 3, and began to set up the EZ-Up and the barbecue. Time passed, it was 1 O’clock and the food began to sizzle atop the flames in the grill. The chicken was slowly being roasted to perfection, the taste of the steak struck everyone just by staring at it, and it was all finished off by the company of grilled vegetables resembled some from a magazine.  Blitzer walked towards the ocean for a little swim. The clock hit 2 and as the family finished their five star meal, they noticed that Blitzer had not came back. To prevent chaos from erupting, Brad stated “Don’t worry I will go get him real fast!” As Brad walked toward the water, the tension dramatically decreased with Becky and Bill. The happy wed couple lay side by side and they began reminiscing on their lives. Before they knew it an hour passed and neither Blitzer nor Brad came back. As Bill began to panic, Becky said “Don’t worry honey, Brad probably found him and played with him and they must have lost time track of time. I will go tell them that they have to get out of the water now”. Right after she finished her sentence she was off, walking slowly towards the water. Bill sat alone. He watched the seconds turn into minutes. The minutes turned to an hour. With his heart filled with fear, he abandoned everything and ran full speed to the water. By 7 O'clock, the area next to the tower 3 was alone with the exception of multiple police vehicles and news reporters. “What should we call this report?” muttered a cameraman. “ I say we call the story as it is...a Family of 3 drowned”. Just as everyone was leaving the scene, a shadow emerged from the ocean. It was Blitzer. He eagerly pounced to where the family had set up, wagging his tail, looking for warm welcome. Bill, Becky, and Brad were nowhere to be found. He rotated his head right, taking a glimpse into the endless grains of sand. He turned left catching images of families huddled up around a circle roasting s'mores. His tail stopped wagging. Blitzer took off into the dark streets accompanied by only his shadow, searching for his family, his home, and his world.