Home is the Sailor

Lost and lurking near the harbor after dusk, dark gray hoodie and heavy laden, he slips then stumbles headlong down the waterfront, landing in a tumble against the pier. Slowly, straining, stretching, pulling from deep within his burden and tucking around his legs, remnant of a cast-off navy blanket and crust of earth decide his berth.

VN:F [1.9.22_1171]
Rating: 5.5/10 (2 votes cast)
Home is the Sailor, 5.5 out of 10 based on 2 ratings

6 thoughts on “Home is the Sailor”

  1. Wow! Such imagery! Reading your story I felt damp and could smell the salt water as I shivered. Good job!

    VA:F [1.9.22_1171]
    Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)
  2. This is really great.
    Again, you are very talented
    Carol

    VA:F [1.9.22_1171]
    Rating: 0.0/5 (0 votes cast)

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *