Authors: Tara McTiernan
“Witches, I’m gonna getcha!” Hannah whispered, clenching her teeth.
Then she was flying up before crashing into the cool water of the bay, splashing plumes of water rising up all around her, the sudden temperature drop knocking the oxygen out of her lungs. Through the surface she dove down with a purpose, reaching for the bottom, when a slick tickling hand reached for her with web-like fingers. A shock shooting through her, her eyes opened and she gasped out the last of the air in her lungs, bubbles rising before her face.
There, floating in the water. Bright green seaweed, long drifting strands of it. It was always seaweed. And even if there were witches and other scary things, she wouldn’t run anymore; she would fight them. She dove down again, grateful to be wearing lacy nude-toned boy-shorts instead of a thong as the maneuver she was about to attempt, one of Keeley’s, would have given more of a show than she wanted to give in the case of a thong.
Reaching bottom, she pushed at it, hard, and rose to the surface with her legs straight up, her toes pointed. As she broke through, there was a brief silence followed by a smattering of applause that grew as they realized she was really doing the whole annual routine. Taking a mouthful of water and then spitting it out through her teeth, she lay on her back and fluttered her hands in the water, smiling.
Then, beside her, someone dove in. Hannah looked up and saw that it was Daniel, grinning at her, his clothes ruined, too. Then there was another splash, and then another, until single splashes of each diving guest became a churn of the entire party.
Hannah realized she was crying and laughing at the same time. It had all been in her mind, this exclusion, this idea of being an outsider.
“Hey, bride!” Daniel said. “Will you be mine?”
Gasping and blinking among the splashing waves, she swam to embrace him. Their arms wrapped around each other, their faces so close, she looked into his eyes and saw the truth. He was really hers. He wasn’t going anywhere. She replied, “I will.”
Later the official ceremony was held on the beach, everyone still dripping and shaking their hair out and finding pieces of seaweed in awkward places. After the ceremony there was dancing and Mean Greens and Hannah’s two mothers making tearful toasts. But it was then that Hannah pledged herself to Daniel, and he to her, among the splashing crowd in the waters at the tip of Captain’s Island.
Acknowledgements
My eternal gratitude to my wonderful Beta Readers: Elise Gallivan, Tanya Hale, Yvette Hochberg, Rita Morgan and Tanya Wells. Your help was invaluable and made an enormous impact on the final version of
Barefoot Girls.
You are all goddesses; I worship the ground you walk on!
A huge thank you to my wonderful husband, Ash, who stood by me through my moments of doubt and cheered me on - who always believes in me, even when I don't believe in myself.
Barefoot
Girls
by Tara McTiernan
READING GROUP QUESTIONS AND TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION
Barefoot Girls
Playlist
Sing-Along Songs from Captain's Island
"Under the Boardwalk" - The Drifters
"Crystal Blue Persuasion" - Tommy James and the Shondells
"Running on Empty" - Jackson Browne
"It's Only Fear" - Alexi Murdoch
"American Pie" - Don McLean
"Here I am (Come and Take Me)" - Al Green
"It's Only a Paper Moon" - Nat King Cole
"The Way I am" - Ingrid Michaelson
"Don't Worry, Be Happy" - Bobby McFerrin
"Margaritaville" - Jimmy Buffett
"Sweet Caroline" - Neil Diamond
"Blue Bayou" - Linda Ronstandt
About the Author
Tara McTiernan grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut and spent most of her childhood summers on an island in the Great South Bay on Long Island, New York - both of which are the settings for her novel and short stories. Her stories have been published in many literary magazines including Eureka Literary Magazine and Ultimate Writer. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband, Ash. Visit the author's blog at
http://taramctiernanfiction.blogspot.com/
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Also by Tara McTiernan:
Girl-Shaped Shadows - A Short Story
Eleven-year old Isobel and her guardian and aunt, Marmalee, do everything they can to avoid the sunlight – fearful of skin cancer and suntans – yet they find themselves unavoidably drawn to the beach near their home in Connecticut one sunny June day by the very people they abhor most: the Normals. The lure? The gorgeous Mrs. Johnson, her aunt’s new love-interest. The problem? Isobel’s nemesis and object of obsession: Mrs. Johnson’s daughter Chloe.
Things take a surprising turn on this brilliant burning day by the sea when Chloe abandons her best friend, Hilary, for Isobel, her new best friend. Are things what they seem? Could Isobel’s wildest fantasy be coming true? Or is some darker truth about to be revealed?
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http://www.amazon.com/Girl-Shaped-Shadows-Short-Story-ebook/