Moonbrim
The Last Sandcastle of Summer
On the last evening of summer a proud little sandcastle rose on the beach — and dreaded the tide that would wash it away. A gentle bedtime story about endings, the bittersweet beauty of things that do not last, and the small shell a castle leaves behind to be kept forever. For every little one learning that goodbyes can be gentle.
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On the last evening, a castle rose. Sandy stood proud, king of the whole beach. Towers and walls and a shining shell gate.
But far off, the tide began to turn. Sandy did not want the day to end. The beach emptied, the child called home.
The sun sank low as waves crept close. The first cold water touched Sandys walls. The sea whispered that good days must end.
Wave by wave, Sandy softened into the sea. Foam pulled back to reveal a shell. Small hands picked it up to keep forever.
The shell rested on the nightstand.
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