Jimmy Leaves a Message and Considers Nautical Miles
Hi, Delta. You’re not taking my calls. Maybe you don’t have a signal. Either way. Just wanted to tell you keep clear of me. I’m maneuvering with difficulty: directionally challenged, bobbing along, black skies looming above horizontal swaths of yellow and blue. I’ve been flying this flag for years. What a waste. Home is on the horizon, but I’ve taken on far too much to make it. Besides, from here the coastline looks jagged as hell. I still dream inland—no swells, boxcars Hydra-cushioned for fragile freight, the Ferris wheel carrying us into the night sky and safely back again.
Photo Credit: Alexander Rabb
Very descriptive. I felt as if I were there. That is what a story should do.