Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
“Mum!” Dillan gasps and Nathan looks up at the heavens as if hoping for help. “What the fuck?”
“Don’t curse,” Nathan snaps at his son, now frowning in his direction.
“You had your moment, I deserved mine.” I respond haughtily. “Caleb will understand.” I kick his ashes towards the slow crawling waves.
“Stop!” Dillan cries, though I hear the laughter in his voice. “What is wrong with you?”
“Caleb knows.”
“May I know?”
“No, but he deserved it.” I grin, ensuring the ashes are entirely gone so some poor unsuspecting kid doesn’t end up building a sandcastle with them. “What shall we do with the urn?”
“I don’t know. What do people normally do with urns?” Nathan asks and Dillan immediately pulls out his phone to ask Google.
“We could donate it to charity?” He suggests, shrugging as he walks backwards ahead of us.
“What if they don’t know it’s an urn and use it as like a fancy gravy dish or something?” I grimace with horror at the thought.
“Eww,” Dillan sniggers, still walking backwards. “Gross, Mum.”
“We’ll use it as a plant pot,” Nathan tells us, taking the urn from me so I don’t break it.
“I like that idea.”
“Me too,” Dillan agrees. “Shouldn’t I be sad or crying or something? I feel…”
“At peace?” I ask, smiling warmly.
“Yeah, I feel like I got to meet him properly for the first time ever. Thanks for letting me do this.”
“It was a good idea,” Nathan puts in, taking my hand in his. It seems such a long time since he was afraid of sand. He’s walking on it so easily now, as though it never bothered him. There’s a lot of things he can do now that would have once bothered him. His leather gloves remain, though. I don’t think they’ll ever go and I don’t think I ever want them to.
Then Dillan scrunches up his nose and states, “I’m hungry. Shall we get fish and chips?”
“You just scattered ashes; how can you be hungry?” I balk.
“I want spice on my chips,” he adds, ignorant to what I just said.
“Oh good lord,” I sigh, looking up to the heavens for help much like Nathan just did. “Wash your hands first, you weirdo.”
“I want gravy,” Nathan grins, releasing my hand to chase after his son.
“You guys are sick, you know that?” I yell after them, grinning broadly.
“Says the woman who just kicked her dead husband into the sea!” Dillan shouts and the couple walking past me stare at me in horror.
“He was my fiancé and he deserved it,” I giggle and race after my men. “Wait for me!”
THE END