She stood there and watched. The waves came in, the sun came up, the birds flew past, but she didn’t hear the sound of his boat. He had fished overnight before, but never without telling her about it.
When she went back to the house to get the children their breakfast, when she was paying attention to them as they trustingly accepted: “Daddy fished all night, and will be home soon,” while they chattered about all the fish he would have caught, he did come home.
But he had changed.
The children couldn’t tell. They were in a hurry to go outside to play with their friends.
But she knew he had changed.
“Listen,” he said, when she asked him what was wrong. “Listen to the ocean.”
“Didn’t I listen this morning?” she thought. “I listened, but heard nothing.”
“Listen,” he said again. “Listen carefully. I’m going to bed.”
Book Blurb Friday
Lisa Ricard Claro at Writing in the Buff
Each week, Lisa posts a photo (this week by Joseph Claro) to inspire other writer-bloggers to imagine a book, of which the above photo is the front cover, and to write a "blurb" (maximum 150 words) for the back cover to entice people to buy this book.
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