from Google Maps
At last at the ferry and the ship leaves soon.
But, Ma, haven’t we time for an ice-cream cone?
If you’re quick, and you get me a frozen drink on a stick.
Yikes, now that’s the klaxon sound!
Catch those drips, one last lick,
We’ll have to hurry, Pa will be waiting,
Seven years away, now homeward bound.
Written for What Pegman Saw
crispina kemp 
After seven years, don’t be missing that ferry!!
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There’s a kind of backstory. For instance, one might ask how old the child. And where they had been these past seven years.
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Exactly… I was wondering myself… and why were they away.
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I’ve no idea. I just met them at the terminal. While I was having a last minute coffee, and we got talking. People will only tell you so much. And if the woman had spoken of it to the child, it wouldn’t come across as good fiction. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Love how writers use little snippets of life around them to create stories…
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Or little snippets from the imagination. 🙂
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Well, I’m asking!
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I repeat my reply to Dale Met at the terminal, the woman told me only so much. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I was hoping the child was only six years old, it certainly would have sweetened the pot!
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Well, hard to tell at that age isn’t it. Six. Seven. Eight. A different story comes with each age. 🙂
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But, they hadn’t seen father in seven years….
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And in that lies the unwritten story.
But it’s all speculation. Perhaps he’s been away seven years, and they’ve been staying with Grandma. 🙂 Now that’s another story.
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Delightful vignette as well. Fingers got away from me there…
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I thank you. 🙂
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