Cricket Magazine Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories for Children and Young Teens

The Tides of Change

MARIE TRAILED ALONG the ripples of the cool Atlantic as she and her little sister walked the beach in Stone Harbor, New Jersey.

“Why does Mom have to go?” Evelyn asked for the umpteenth time.

It dawned on Marie why Dad had told her to take Evelyn for a walk at the point. It was a quiet stretch of sand beyond the short sea wall, without beachgoers and lifeguard whistles constantly blaring. This was the perfect place where Evelyn could talk to her away from their parents.

“Mom’s a nurse in the army reserves,” Marie said. “When the army needs more nurses, they call her up.”

That was the easy answer. It didn’t stop the nightmares from happening, especially now that Marie was getting older and understood more about what was going on in the world. Sometimes she hated current events. Her trouble sleeping started again after Dad had explained Mom’s mobilization at her last swim meet

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