Title: Observing Rites
Source: 100 Word Wednesday: Week 112
Word count: 100 words
Conversation wasn’t Dad’s forte. Every Sunday he woke me. With fishing gear and a brown paper sack loaded with egg sandwiches, we headed to the sound. As dawn kissed the sky, our bobbers rode the waves.
The ritual had been absent for a month when he finally returned.
“Your mom -”
Dad’s voice drifted on the breeze and salt spray accumulated in his eyes. My throat tightened. Unable to speak, I wrapped my arm around his waist. His arm clung to my shoulder, pulling me close. We stood there in silence for what seemed like forever. We needed no words.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer