I saw water rise around my footprint, displaced by my weight from its place within the sand. I realized that the ocean does not end at the water’s edge. We walked determinedly, each privately noticing the world as we went. He led and his course seemed natural. We walked towards a fire down the beach. All that we passed seemed gone as the fire grew near. “How can I know I haven’t lost my way?” I asked, as we drew close enough to make out figures. It looked to be quite a scene, with bodies moving and swaying. The dancing silhouettes, reveling against the fire’s flashing orange, struck in me a vision of a barrier between me and its light.
His answer circumvented the question, detected my feelings: “There are things you’ll never be.”
David MacKinnon writes stories and editorial for magazines as well as short and long form fiction. His work is focused on experience and draws on his background in philosophy. David is currently living in Whistler, BC, and working as the editor of Snowboard Canada Magazine.