The fog swallowed Charlie’s rock soon after he tossed it. Satisfied with its plop in the water, he scanned the beach for another. Digging to free a stone from the sand he grunted, “She’s doing better now.” After a heave, the stone sailed into the mist followed by a loud splash. “Yeah, that one was heavy. My arm’s getting better though. I should be the starting pitcher this season.” His eyes locked on a seashell and he ran to it. “I remember,” he said. “Prettiest necklace ever – she still wears it.” Charlie turned the shell over but couldn’t tell how many skips he got. “Aunt Judy’s having a baby soon. They’ve already got the name picked-out. Some old family name,” he grinned.
Charlie reached down for another rock and caught a glimpse of his watch. “Oh crap! I gotta go! I’m gonna be late for lunch at grandma and…well…lunch at grandma’s house.” Charlie turned to run towards home yelling, “I’ll tell her.”
Behind him, lapping waves were already gently erasing footprints leading into the surf…into the fog.