Monday, February 21, 2011

Boats





He was glad they wouldn’t go out today. The sea was choppy and the old boats were damp with overnight rain. The sodden wood smell was something that would unmistakably remind him of his father forever. He sat in the land bound hull and cried for the first time, overcome with memories. Then his toddler son clambered in beside him with his tangled reel of fishing line and he smiled through his tears.