My boat drifts toward Berrisford Harbor, as waves lap gently against the hull. I squint to make out the oceanview penthouse I once shared with Pops and imagine him staring out the window. Sixty years since I last visited my boyhood paradise, and not much has changed.
But then, everything changed after Pops died.
Yet, I can still hear his voice, clear as seagulls crying above me. “Boy! If you’re not here in five minutes, you’ll miss the boat.”
A man waves from the dock.
His silhouette is unmistakable. Pops?
“About time you got here,” he calls. “Let’s go fishing.”
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Thank you for the photo prompt, JS Brand! I had to think for a bit on this one, but a dream last night finally told me what to write about. 🙂