Johnny's Retirement Dreams
By Cilla Shiels
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Johnny’s Last Trip
Waves crashed violently across the sand.
The loudspeaker boomed, “Storm imminent. Take shelter!”
Quiet took hold. The sky darkened.
I shivered.
Johnny promised he’d quit: he was too old to fight the sea’s commands.
He talked fondly of our retirement dreams. How we’d sit and watch the waves rippling across the sand.
“One more time,” he’d said.
How could I have known, his last trip would never see his safe return home to me.
The boat and its crew were never found... all lost at sea!
I reminisce now while I sit watching the waves spreading across the shore... alone.
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A sad tale. Like a journal
A sad tale. Like a journal piece. I like it.
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I like it too. So terribly
I like it too. So terribly sad, told in a clear matter of fact way. Blinded by sorrow. Lost.
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