Barefoot Beaches

Madison Stood On The Tarmac In The Early September Sun Waiting As Her Luggage Was Loaded From The Limo Into The Plane. It Was Time To Climb The Metal Grid Stairs To The Opened Door Of The Plane But She Wasn’T At All Sure She Could Do This. Small Planes Scared The Hell Out Of Her. And Even Though This Was A Large Corporate Commuter It Was Still Small Compared To The Other Planes She’D Flown On. She Took A Deep Breath And Sighed As She Realized That Now There Was No One Here To Push Her—No Governess No Headmaster No Dean Of Women And Most Of All No Father. It Was Still Hard To Believe That She Had Buried Him Just Last Week. Yes She Could Run Out. She Could Get Back In The Limo And Direct The Driver To Take Her Anywhere…Anywhere In The World. But If She Ran Out Then What? She Would Only Be Running Out On Herself. Of All The Challenges She’D Had In Her Life Why Was This One Turning Out To Be The Hardest?