TLT: No way to spend you last years

Photo by Charlie Harutaka at Unsplash

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Light flickers off the breakers, a blinding, shattered mirror sea.

He’s mesmerised by her: skin – coppered as much by reflected rays as by the sun itself: how she slips from bow to stern, pulling ropes he has no name for, ducking the boom as it swings overhead and the one thing he’s sure of – surer than his own next breath – is that he’ll never, ever leave her.

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Such a shame when they get like that, poor old things – staring at a toy boat all day’s no way to spend your last years. ‘Time for tea, Mr Stamp. Mr Stamp?’

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Written in response to Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales. See the well picked pic prompt, write a story in three-ish sentences, share and comment. See full rules here.