Low tide

We slopped and plopped through the wet sands and puddles where the rain fell.
I was wearing jeans and my trainers. She had waterproof gear covering her, almost entirely.
Millie padded along beside. She loved this walk, her favourite of the week. She’d skid through confusing puddles, sniff crabs and snap at lugworms. Maybe it was Anne’s favourite walk of the week too, I don’t know.
I walked along behind them, trying to think of a way to tell her I didn’t want to do this anymore.
The water seeped through the cheap stitching of my shoes and my every step was uncomfortable.
I’ll tell her as soon as we get home, I told myself. As soon as we get home.