Wild
Tonight we've come down to the beach a few hours before sunset because there's something I want to do. Shortcake stands beside me, her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. “I know I promised you a ride through the shallows," I kiss her on the forehead. “But there's something I have to do first."
Letting go of her, I take off the backpack I'm wearing, crouch down and pull out a container. When I stand, I hold it up to her. “When I left Mississippi, this was really the only thing that mattered."
“What is that?"
“My grandfather's ashes. They were the only thing I cared to keep with me. I've debated off and on about what to do with them. Where are they going to go? Am I going to hang onto them forever? Do I want them to be spread in Kentucky, and for a while I kinda though that. But
