Imagine if you will...who lives in this boat....what do they do all day, on the boat? If you were dreaming, and found yourself on this boat, where would you be? What would you be doing?
In my story....a lonely man lives on this boat. He worked in finance.
One day the man came home from work to find a note on the kitchen bench from his wife. It was one of those notes...'A Dear Wayne Note'. She had taken everything they had owned together....and left a small duffel bag, packed with some of his clothes and books in the empty bedroom.
Arriving at the harbour with only the duffel bag of belongings, the man looked out at his tiny yacht moored in the centre of the bay. He took off his suit and loafers..and now, barefoot, wearing only his boxer shorts and singlet, the man left his keys, suit and loafers on the grass, and waded out over the slippery stones with his duffel bag in hand, ankle deep, then knee deep, thigh deep...until the man felt the chill grab him. Floating the duffel bag in front of him, he swam the remaining distance to the side of his boat, and threw the now sodden bag onto the deck. Climbing aboard, dripping and shivering...the man was alone.....
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