This evening, on the western horizon, a low bank of clouds resembled a fleet of ships moving past.
We sat in the sand and watched until the shadows swallowed everything.
We haven’t seen an actual ship since we dragged ourselves ashore.
I say “we” to forget I am absolutely alone.
Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
chilling twist
Haunting. Beautiful.
Stirring.
Stunning, as always.
We dug this one big-time. Thanks!
I love how you find words of optimism in the face of utter desperation! Each sentence gets progressively darker.
Wonderfully written, old friend. I imagined this not only literally but metaphorically as a widower navigating the loss of his wife.
Excellent, as always
G