Boat dreams get you lost. Father, educator, wanders paused. wonderer.
She had not even left port yet the pair were sold. In fact neither knew how to sail. Which was little ridiculous.
The broken voice
Seemingly stuck in sudden stasis.
A split second.
If you weren’t waiting for it. It would have slipped away to be a forgotten tell — a passions’ tale told unbeknown.
The others looked on in disbelief.
“just let go”, said one.
There never was such a thing. We’ve never had one that couldn’t let go. one that just couldn’t. It’s what we do here. It’s what we’ve always done. There…
One hand resting on the back of the door, the other gripping the suitcase’s retractable handle. She left it standing, like a porter dismissed for the evening, yet ever ready in case she changed her mind. The blinds were still down…