By Eddie D. Moore
Carol watched her husband and five-year-old daughter walk up the boardwalk and disappear behind the sand dune. Once they were out of sight, she sat on an old coin operated ride. Tears welled up in her eyes; she couldn’t believe the machine was still at the resort after twenty-five years. She removed her sunglasses, wiped away her tears and closed her eyes. She breathed in the salty air and thought back to the last time she sat here. She was five years old, and her family had been picture perfect. The arguments had started the next day.
She vividly remembered waking up to screaming and the sound of breaking glass. The arguing continued night and day for months. If her parents were home, they fought. Her father moved into the spare bedroom, and from that day onward, her home life felt like an overcast day with the impending rain heavy in the air.