The girl turned away to walk back along the shore and from whence she came. I glanced from our clasped hands to her face which had a faint blush on it as her lips opened slightly. I saw her again. It was partially hidden in the shadows cast by the sun as it sat overhead. And she was just standing there. I stepped into the entrance and stopped. This is not a dream. The auburn haired girl in my twelve-year-old dream. Nothing official or set in stone, but if shit went down Josh was always the first one to stand up and the kind of guy who would go the extra yard for you. Get a trade, a profession under your belt. Even motormouth had shut up for once.
