What is he planning to do out there?
Fishing.
What? There are no fish in such shallow waters, probably just some shells, crabs and a whole lotta crap. Seriously, what does he do?
He just sits out there holding his rod, with the waves occasionally lapping at his feet and the sound of the sea around him. Ever since he lost his vision, I don’t dare let him go out further. I guess he’s remembering all the summers he used to go out on his boat with his mates, the shared laughter and jokes. Sometimes I see him laughing. Sometimes he cries.
It’s not the fish that he’s after, it’s the memories.
Written for Friday Fictioneers based on photo prompt by Ted Strutz
Its so so beautiful…woww
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So glad you like it
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Fishing for memories – a lovely metaphor. Well done.
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thank you
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I loved that last line
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Thank you so much
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How very sad, but the affection feels good.
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Exactly what Sandra said… It is sweet and sad and lovely
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thank you so much. There was just something so lonely yet beautiful and stately about that chair.
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What a melancholy picture you have painted with your words. So lonely, yet so beautiful as well. 🙂 ❤
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😌
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Great last line — you nailed it!
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thank you
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Beautifully written it tugged at my heart.
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thank you
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Aww. Pulls the heartstrings 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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Dear Leaking Ink,
Sweet, poignant story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you
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