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.
Home is the Sailor,
Wow! Such imagery! Reading your story I felt damp and could smell the salt water as I shivered. Good job!
IT LOOKS SO REAL, YOU ARE GREAT AT THIS
Good story Shari. You are a great writer!! I love it
I love how your words create such images.
Another great one Shari!!!!!!
This is really great.
Again, you are very talented
Carol