I Lost My Marble...

Date: 9/11/2016

I was sitting at a broken little pier beside a huge green lake, the wood practically rotting away under my feet. I was surrounded by boxes filled with trinkets, the boxes just as old as the pier itself. I reached for a big box of marbles and started to look through. In my pocket I had a big metallic marble, it's surface smooth and reflective like a mirror, and I brought it out to compare it to the others. When I got up to leave the pier, I left my marble in the box. I went to meet some friends. I don't remember who they were, only that they were a boy and a girl, and as soon as I realised I'd left my marble in the box I insisted we go back. Instead of finding the pier and the green lake, however, we found a high street full of shops shutting up for the day. We passed a little shop with a whife front and a black pane on the front door. Through the window I could see the circular stand that formed the counter, and on it the box of marbles. The shop looked empty, the lights off. I complained to my friends about the shop being shut, lamenting that I would never get my marble back. Then the next thi g I knew we were in the shop. An old man with white hair catered to my friends on the shop floor whilst I headed to the counter, which was manned by a brunette old lady with red-rimmed glasses. The box of marbles was now a box of coins. My marble had become a regular gold pound coin, and sitting on a ledge just above the box was another pound coin, which I realised I must have left there in order to get my pound back. So I handed the lady at the counter a pound and walked out of the shop, my firends close behind me. Happily, I put the pound in my back right pocket and crossed over a sunlit bridge. Suddenly my friends and I were running, sprinting into a shot of the beach. The tide was coming in and as we ran on we ran straight through an outgoing wave. We were all laughing as we bagan scrambling toward the steps at the top of the beach to get away from the rising water. People all around us were getting swept off their feet by the waves that repeatedly crashed against the steps,getting steadily higher, but as we reached them it seemed like I was the only one who was afraid. We were beside a mother and her child, who was no older than ten, who were both just sitting on the steps, waitifng for the next wave. Some people were screaming "Get up!" to the people who had been swept down the beach by the last wave, but not helping, their friends lying face down in the sand or trying to get up while it sucked relentlessly at their shoes. A wave knocked into me from behind, submerging me in water. My chin hit a step and I swallowed some water before the wave went away, thinking for a moment I must surely drown.