It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. The holiday schedule has thrown me off this week.
Happy Anniversary to our wonderful hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who is celebrating 42 years of marriage. Congratulations, Rochelle! Thank you to Ted Strutz for the photo. Someday, I hope to ride this ferry.
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Genre: Suspense (98 words)
Copyright – Ted Strutz
The glassy water promised calm. Sitting at a booth on the water’s edge, Malcolm considered swimming away. Among the bustling ferry commuters, he wouldn’t be noticed.
He found the man simply known as “The Captain,” with a thick, grey beard and salty, sea-seasoned skin.
“You’re a young kid.”
“Thirteen,” Malcolm nodded.
“Because it can’t be undone. I can try to pull one memory…understand there may be nothing left.”
Malcolm tossed him the money. The Captain shook his head. He held Malcolm’s hands and a heat surged between them.
Malcolm awoke to stillness, his identity stripped, his destination unknown.