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.

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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!

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  2. This is really great.
    Again, you are very talented
    Carol

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