Ferry My Soul

Short fiction

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Tom and James would walk to school every morning, their lunch pails occasionally tapping into each other with a tinny sound. Their route took them by the ferry road and sometimes they would hear the whistle of a steamboat underway on the river. The year was 1921.

James would always try to talk his brother into detouring down the ferry road to see the big boat go by. Of course, this would…