Saturday’s Friday Fictioneers: After the Storm

Back to Friday Fictioneers at last…

c2a9dawn_q-_landauAfter the Storm

The third day out, we saw something red far off. “It’s a beacon,” Jim said.

“So?” I was too seasick to care. “We don’t know what it means.”

“It means land. That’s good enough. Now, get up and help with the lines.”

Jim had me hopping back and forth across that little boat releasing ropes on one side and pulling them tight on the other while he zigzagged through the water. He swore that’s how sailboats travel. I told him it’s stupid.

Eventually we came close enough to see the derelict red house. “Beacon, huh?” I said. “Now what, genius?”

“Now?” he said tiredly. “Now I’m sick of you on my boat. Suppose you swim home.”

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10 responses to “Saturday’s Friday Fictioneers: After the Storm

  1. lucky you. he didn’t throw you out of the boat much earlier. 🙂

  2. Great dialogue and description. I imagine they might get sick of one another on a boat. Nice take.

  3. Dear Sharon,

    I don’t think it’s going to be much better if they take up residence in that tiny little house. Natural dialogue.

    Great to see you back!

    shalom,

    Rochelle

  4. At least he let him out near the shore 🙂

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