PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier
This is my first public attempt at FridayFictioneers style story for a wee while – although I have been looking, reading, writing and dropping the odd comment on others’ stories ( those of you whose style I have liked enough to follow your blogs). I hope I am up to the task of commenting on as many of your stories as supportively and encouragingly as I used to; however, do bear in mind my energy reserves are somewhat limited after a period of hospitalisation recently.
Take care of yourselves.
WINGS in the WATER
Kelvin M. Knight
A lifetime on these canals and he knew everyone – even these tourists visiting Venice for the first time. That excitement in their voices, this light in their eyes – belonged here in the splendour of these waterways.
His waterways, whose crystal surface he’d danced and sung over until his gondola ran dry.
Leaning back, he waved an oar that sank long ago. When these tourists waved back, his heart sang again, whereupon he saw wings in the water. Such majesty rippling, beating beautifully, and he knew: these veins of Venice would keep his spirit afloat long after this dance was completed.