Short Story Preview: No Greater Love
We scrambled down the harbour steps. Sand at last – and for Ruffy and me, our weekly treat to feed our joie de vivre.
This glorious summer day promised to be a scorcher – everything twinkling and gleaming. With tide receding, hard brown sand already stretched before us to the far headland. Ruffy, fascinated always by the minuscule crabs scuttling away, pranced in coy little waves lapping lazily at his feet.
We had plenty of time. The tide wouldn’t be back to wash away our tracks for six hours. I hated desecrating the unblemished surface with our footsteps, Ruffy’s zig-zagging crazily in front of mine, but, oh, it was good to be alive!
I took off my sandals and hung them on my belt while Ruffy bounced round me, like an India-rubber ball. He seized his lead, tugged frantically, growling, as if to say: ‘Come on slow coach. What are we waiting for?’