What a lovely picture this week Charli.
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June 15, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that symbolically, mythically, mystically, or realistically involves dawn, as a noun or verb. Write about the dawn of time or the time of dawn, or the dawning of an idea. As always, go where the prompt leads.
I couldn’t sleep. Neither could he.
It had been one of those days, and we’d been having a lot of those lately.
Things weren’t working out, we were frustrated and running out of options.
Over our umpteenth cup of tea he said,
‘Let’s take a drive.’
It was three o’clock in the morning.
In the past, we’d done our best thinking in the early hours.
As we sat in the car in the peace and tranquility by the river watching the dawning of a new day, another dawning moment occurred.
‘Let’s buy a boat!’ he said.
So we did.
Liked the story especially the way you described the whole situation
Hi there. Thanks for your comment. There are loads of posts on our life on the boat, plus plenty of pictures of our trips up river. Our last trip was in April when we took her up for brokerage. 97 locks over 8 days! The series is Final Trip if you would like a read.
Sure I would like to read it 🙂
Please do. There are 10, of which this is the first
https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2017/04/27/final-trip-day-1/
😊😊 I will stop by
🙂
Lovely Di, good you used the dawn to such a productive length…
Thanks Michael.
Love this. I love the interplay between the people, the shared sleeplessness and the shared experience of crossing from late night into dawn. A beautiful time of the night/day.
Thanks Lisa. In the early days of our relationship we often stayed up into the early hours working out ways to save money. We’d share a bag of prawn crackers (50p) as we people watched from the bus stop, and when we were really feeling ‘flush’ our treat would be one portion of chicken fried rice and two forks.