Our legs dangled off the side of the dock.
josh
Southport
Newquay
Every Saturday morning, Gus and I dreamt of faraway places the boats were venturing.
Lowestoft
Newhaven
Today you were nowhere to be seen.
John O’Groats
I scanned the fluctuating waters.
“HEY! JOHNNY!”
Disbelief.
“GUS! WHERE ARE YOU HEADED?”
Waves muffled your voice.
Stavanger
“WHERE!?”
Waves again.
“Please stay.”