Waking up before dawn is something he had missed.
Getting ready, making coffee, checking the list...
Everything was ready since the day before,
There was nothing left to look for.
He put on his hat and picked up his gear,
Long gone ghosts feeling far too near.
He looked back at the house and adjusted his sack
Before walking up the too familiar track.
Strolling among the sun-kissed trees,
His steps were guided by precious memories.
It wasn't near, nor was it far, and he reached too soon
The timeless pontoon.
A few planks had fallen, here and there,
But he didn't have to look, already aware.
He placed the stool, attached the bait, cast the rod,
And for the first time in a while, it felt odd.
He felt a presence at his side,
Memories of his father, forever his guide.
When he was a boy, they used to fish together,
Between past and present, the line was now a tether.
He sat down and pondered,
For hours his mind wandered,
Between his parents and his children,
His soon to be grand-children...
If only he could live to see them fish,
Today, that is his only wish.
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InkTober 2020 (written)
Kısa HikayeInkTober is originally a series of daily ink drawing "challenges", initiated by James Parker. Throughout October, a new word is given every day. Since I'm not good at drawing but I wanted to try it out, I decided to write short stories/poems instea...
