“And the water taught me what to look for in a friend. The tide went out, but it always rolled back in.”
— from a song on another world
Photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
She navigated the rocks to sit beside him.
“Staring at those waves won’t bring your daughter back.”
“I miss her.”
Narl didn’t mince words. She liked that. “She’ll visit when she can.”
“And until then? Her off at sea. My boy off to the city. What am I to do?”
She could be direct too. “You could remarry.”
Narl grinned through his grizzled beard. “Who would have me?”
“Some foolish old woman, I suppose.”
“Don’t know no foolish old women. Guess you’ll have to do.”
She squeezed his hand, heart pounding with the surf, and helped him watch the waves.
Some of you might remember Narl from a trio of stories I wrote earlier, about a young woman leaving home to marry a sailor from another land. You can go back and read them here: Hard to Port, Unstoppable Waves, and Deep Currents.
Word count: 100. Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers flash fiction challenge. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and for providing the photo prompt! Click here to see the other stories.