Rooftop

Truth be told, she was losing patience. He promised her a castle and instead she was living in the cold concrete foundations of a dream. He spent most of his spare time planning the next steps, the upper level, but it was really just turning out to be a good place to have a rum and contemplate tomorrow’s weather. She sighed and decided to join him.

Puleeeeeze!

Pleeeeeeeeez! His eyes were sugar glazed as he leaned precariously out of the shopping cart. She thought about the possibility of a screaming child and the embarrassment made her sweat. She maneuvered the rickety three-wheeled cart around the corner into the ice cream aisle and mentally made plans to come alone next time.

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.