Little Inklings 2025

Olivia Barrack ’29 seabed turned from pebbles, to thick seaweed, and finally white sand, he saw many trumpetfish and small sea bass. Gradually he came to the point where he could stand, and he emerged fromthe shallows where the childrenwere playing. Ignoring them he strided onto the beach. Thehot sandburnedtheunderside of his feet as he trod his way through the silky silt that slipped through his toes. Danny made his way up the beach, past women languishing in the sun on multicolored towels, children playing with sand, and men lounging on deckchairs reading their books. Eventually, sand turned to grass, and in turn to dirt, and finally to pebbles. He walked over to a large fig tree in front of the path. Exhausted from his swim, he slumped down against its trunk and closed his eyes. Looking back over the bay, and the sea stretching out onto the horizon, Danny wished longingly that his son was with him. He ached for someone to share the moment with, but to no avail. Putting the lonesome thoughts 37