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He travelled in steerage, though his coat was clean, cuffs neatly turned. Amid strings of laundry, the stench of brine and fights over brandy and women, he sat oblivious, reading Byron, Keats, Donne, spectacles perched on the bridge of a nose sharp as a puffin’s beak.
Timidly, he shared an abraded image – a younger man, also neat, also dark, handsomer than my companion. The handsome man had travelled for his fortune but the Klondike had swallowed him, leaving nothing behind but his brother’s memories.
The ocean may be wide and dangerous – but it seems blood is thicker.
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Written in response to Nortina’s Moral Mondays and what a cracker this week! It had me winging my way across the Atlantic to Ellis Island, following a shy man on the quest for a loved one.
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Well done, you.
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Thank you, Mary. Quite liked this adventurous scholar – a man out of his depth but determined to find some answers. Might re-explore his story another time 🙂
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very nice! Now I picture all those trunks full of the excellent books he was reading 🙂
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Yes. I think he needed something edifying to distract him from the seasickness – and his fellow passengers! 🙂
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Very adventurous and soul searching! I’d love you see you continue with this story. 🙂
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Thank you – and thanks for the great prompt! Yes, I’m tempted to continue this man’s story – if nothing else, just to see where that wayward brother of his disappeared off to 🙂
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Oh, love this take on the moral prompt. Great little tale, Lynn!
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Yes, I enjoyed writing that. Tempted to follow this chap a little further sometime – see where he leads me 🙂
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