The Bottle That Held Only a Seed
On a gray morning after a storm, Imani went beachcombing with her father, and the sea had left heaps of seaweed, a lost flip-flop, and a green glass bottle half buried in the sand.
Imani shook the bottle, and something rattled. She pulled out the cork, and a single seed rolled into her palm, along with a curled slip of paper. The paper said, Plant me where the sea can see me but cannot touch me.
"Is that a riddle?" asked her father.
"It is an instruction," said Imani. "But the sea can see everything on a beach."
She sat on a log and thought about it. The sea touched the wet sand, so that was no good, but the sea also moved. At high tide it climbed the beach to a certain line and then slid back down, and she walked along the shore until she found that line. A long, crooked ribbon of dried seaweed and shells marked the place where the highest waves had stopped.
"Past that line, the waves cannot reach the seed," she said, "but the sea can still watch it."
She climbed up to the soft dunes, scooped a hole with a shell, and dropped in the seed. Her father pushed a driftwood stick in beside it.
By the end of summer, a thin green shoot had pushed up beside the stick, leaning toward the waves.