Sinking sand

A little Lenten story

An English seaside town, its name suffixed with something left behind by the Romans. A sandy beach with buckets and spades, Punch and Judy, donkey rides, sandwiches gritty with their namesake, seagulls looking for leftover ice cream cones. At low tide, the channel drains like a bathtub toward the ocean, exposing broad mudflats. Sent to wash off her sandpaper ankles, a child might find herself sucked knee-deep into the mire. A slosh and a paddle in the sea still leave the dilemma of how to come back clean. The little pail of water she could scoop in the shallows would not do the trick; the stuff was too sticky. Did they not know, the weary ones worn out by a day of childish joy, who sent her to wash the evidence away, that there was no way, unless someone were to carry her?

A note on the featured image: this beach is not that beach.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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