The Sons of Liberty
By James Tow
Copyright 2011 James Tow
I crept over the rocks in an attempt to startle him. I perched over the last couple of rocks that stood in my way and looked down. He sat there, watching each wave crash upon the shore. I pressed my hand over my mouth to suppress my severe giggling. I was failing for my body started shaking. It’s now or never.
I grabbed the bottom of my dress and positioned myself to pop-up. I took one last peek. I slowly peered over the rocks to see him looking to his right with a big grin on his face.
Crap! And I ducked back down. I can never catch him off guard. Then I heard footstep coming from the right.
I heard him laugh under his breath and call out, “Watch your step!” Curious, I slowly peeked to see his brother stumbling over a few rocks.