One lone ship sailed across the Caribbean.
Sailed by a single man.
With a single purpose to life.
With a single sun high overhead.
A single sea to claim.
One of the single islands loomed starboard.
And that single speck of land slowly drew away.
A single sunset came.
And a single moon began to rise.
High above on the single sky.
With a single star to accompany the moon.
On that single night.
One single fish was caught.
With the single, tearing net.
It was cooked and eaten a single time.
The man laid down on the single mat.
Looked up at the single mast.
With the single purple sail.
And above that a single flag.
With a single color.
A single shade of red.
One single stoy was known.
And one single story was told.
By the single man.
To the single sky.
And the single sea.
And that single star.
And that single story went:
"I am a single speck of dust.
On this very single night.
Besides a single sky.
I am one single man.
With a single ship.
With a single mast.
And a single mat.
There is only a single soul.
Carried by a single body.
That single body is mine.
And wherever this single soul chooses to go.
My single body will follow."
The single man.
On his single ship.
Drew a single breath.
For a single thought came to mind.
That made the man smile.
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My Short Stories
Short StoryMy own collection of short stories, most times inspired, but forged out of my rather bland imagination. Enjoy it, hate it, whatever you feel, I'm glad you decided to read. Also decided that I'll be using this to entertain ideas for stories that I n...
