Drift Away

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“Have you seen my mommy?”

The voice floated over my head and I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, hoping it would go away.

“Have you seen my mommy?”

I reluctantly opened my eyes. A small head shadowed by the massive afternoon sun was staring down at me. Blond hair, green eyes, a worried expression on his face.

I shaded my eyes with my hand. “What?”

“I can’t find my mommy.”

A humid breeze wafted across the sand and I propped myself up on my elbows. I scanned the beach. I saw lots of people. None of them seemed to be looking for a lost kid.

“Where’s she supposed to be?” I asked him.

“I don’t know.”

“Where’d you see her last?”

He was around six, wearing blue and white trunks that were too long for him. No shirt. His torso was dark brown, not sunburnt.

A local kid, I thought.

“By the water.”

“Um, there’s a lot of water.”

“I was building a castle,” he explained. “With a bucket. It has a dragon.”

I glanced at the cheap watch strapped to my wrist. Five till one. Almost time to get back to work.

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