Sometimes, you can see it coming, but most of the time, it will be foggy when I wake up.
When I heard them, it was scary. I was not THAT worried, but when the shells floated by my boat, I was very worried.
We did not talk only gave each other a hand wave. They were on the other side of the river standing on a shoreline across from the boat ramp. It is 2 miles across the river.
I hope before I die or can't remember them, I can write about all of my adventures.
I like it when a prompt brings back an old memory.
Thank you for reading.
I remember how I read you for the first time and asked to use a prompt. You said it wasn't possible but I told you to just write like you are used to. How many times you did that while still writing about your life as a fishery woman. Just like the first time I read you all your adventures make great reads worth publishing.
I am glad you think my stories should be published but I do not see it. These are stories I wish to leave for my grandkids, it is my life.