The Pearl Maker
A tale of magic and hope
Liam ran across the ocean terrace, a bucket in one hand, a shovel in the other. His mother trotted a few feet behind, her yellow wellingtons slapping the wet sand.
“Hurry up, Ma,” Liam called.
The wind carried away her complaints about the weight of the metal pail and her blasted boots. But Liam was right. The tide was coming in, and the skies…