Creative Writing: Glistening On Lake Michigan

Glistening on Lake Michigan, the sun peeked from behind the clouds. I rolled up the bottom of my jeans, to just below my knees, and slid my ivory ankles and feet into the lake. I let the wind play with my hair and tie the bleach-blonde ends into little knots--the ones that were always tough to untangle. How long am I going to be sitting here? My palms pushed through the baked, thirsty sand, leading my fingers to do the same. What could he be doing up there? At that moment all I had known was that on top of the dune behind me, a surprise was in the making. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the excitement, I snuck my head around my shoulder, but the trees were too good of guards to see anything. This can't take too much longer can it? I wouldn't think he would be able to-
"Meghan, you can come up now!"
Heart pounding, I awkwardly stood up and brushed the sand off of my jeans and hands. Lines in the sand were drawn with my toes as I turned to face the hill. The trees held out their limbs for my hands to hold while I hiked up the worn path in the beach grass. Blissful anxiety rushed throughout my body--so much so that I could not contain it anymore. My feet began to race one another, throwing my body off balance. …show more content…
His hand, tan and freckled, unveiled the pile of tupperware containers and soda cans that laid within the cooler. One by one he pulled out the homemade sandwiches, chocolate filled strawberries, pretzels, and the half eaten bag of potato chips. He gestured to the side of the cooler so my attention would be brought to a picture frame perched on a letter. The dark frame held a photo of us eating Taco Bell together, with me on his shoulders--a quite embarrassing picture that I somehow loved. I reached over and carefully grabbed the envelope. Inside fit a folded handwritten letter that he begged me not to read until later, but I read it anyway. Even if I hadn’t, what I said next still would have been