high tide

(Author’s statement: My apologies. Last week’s miss of the Friday Fictioneers was due to having back to back medical treatments and getting home VERY late. So I will try to make up for it this week. Anyhow, here’s today’s fictioneers:)

Josephine

by Miles H. Rost

High tide. Sitting on the beach.

The water comes around, bathing the lower half of my body.

Josephine is next to me.

I look down and smile. She loves the ocean, and everything that comes with it. Always did.

She grew up by the ocean, even took jobs on the fishing boats in her teens. Boys called her “Tuna”.

She set the record for largest ahi tuna caught in the province. She was a senior in high school then.

I stand, and pick Josephine up. I open the top, and pour her out.

Josephine, I send you all my love.

Recovery takes a lot longer than a person thinks. It took me a week to get back to where I actually WANTED to post something. So, here’s the current FF post…and you’ll see another story up within the next day or so. Keep watching!

That Sinking Feeling

One of the things I forgot when I went to Alaska, and specifically Anchorage, was something my uncle told me.

“Dean, no matter what happens, do not EVER drive across a bay at low tide. No matter how dry it is.”

Well, to say the least, it was not my day. I was in a rush and said, “Hell with it, I’m crossing the Arm.”

And here I am, 12 hours later, my car is now out to sea and the tide flats are back to being tranquil.

Screw it, I’m walking.

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