I figured I should probably finish this. It's short.
The sun sank lower over the Pacific as the wind ruffled his auburn hair. The rock upon which he leaned was still warm from the heat of the day, sending a comforting feeling up his back. It felt good to relax.
There had been a rescue today. A small sailboat lost in storm tossed waters. It had taken a long time to pull them to safety using Thunderbird 4 and more than once he thought the sea would rip the tiny boat apart before he could bring her to calmer waters. The people on the boat had been partying and fishing, ignoring storm warnings and going farther from shore than they should have.
"No respect for the ocean." He said as he strummed the guitar that lay across his knees. As the words floated back from over the years, he found himself smiling, but he quickly skirted the memories. The bad always followed the good and there was no sense in bringing them both out. He preferred to revel in the warm feeling that always came whenever he sat near the sea or played the guitar.
His fingers worked on their own, playing the familiar chords as he watched the birds dance over the water. The light of the dying sun glinted off the bridge and the small trinket that hung entwined in the knobs. Though he knew what it was, Gordon looked anyway. A small, silver dolphin on a delicate chain.
"Nice try, Gord." He laughed. It was impossible to completely block images from the past. They flooded back filling him with joy and sadness all at once. It was then that he realized what he had been playing.
'. . . . can't you see the sunshine
can't you just feel the moon shining
ain't it just like a friend of mine
it hit me from behind
and I'm going to Carolina in my mind. . .'
He stopped, feeling a presence behind him. "Hey, Virg."
His older brother took his greeting as an invitation to pull up sand beside him. "You've been gone awhile."
"Guess I lost track of the time."
"That can happen out here." Virgil picked up a pile of sand and let it run through his fingers. "I haven't heard you sing since you were a kid."
"There's a reason for that."
Virgil toyed with the charm at the head of his guitar. "You're not that bad."
"If we had cats, I would have attracted every last one of them." Gordon put the guitar down.
"Mom loved that song."
"Yeah, I know." Gordon replied.
Gordon's watched beeped and his father's image appeared in the face. "Gordon, I need you at the house. Looks like you boys might be rolling out again."
"Yes sir." Gordon responded. "Virg is right here and we're on our way."
The two brothers stood up and began to hurry toward the large villa in the distance. But something stopped Gordon and he looked back over his shoulder. He squinted his eyes to get a better look.
There, riding the crimson waves in the setting sun, he watched a lone fin break the surface of the water. It disappeared for a few seconds and then the dolphin leaped from the water, its dark body glistening in the evening sun.
He smiled, gripping the guitar's bridge a bit tighter. "I love you too, Mom."
"Carolina" is not mine. It belongs to James Taylor and I don't want to be sued for using it. Again, the process of suing me would cost more than would actually be extracted from my bank account.
The sun sank lower over the Pacific as the wind ruffled his auburn hair. The rock upon which he leaned was still warm from the heat of the day, sending a comforting feeling up his back. It felt good to relax.
There had been a rescue today. A small sailboat lost in storm tossed waters. It had taken a long time to pull them to safety using Thunderbird 4 and more than once he thought the sea would rip the tiny boat apart before he could bring her to calmer waters. The people on the boat had been partying and fishing, ignoring storm warnings and going farther from shore than they should have.
"No respect for the ocean." He said as he strummed the guitar that lay across his knees. As the words floated back from over the years, he found himself smiling, but he quickly skirted the memories. The bad always followed the good and there was no sense in bringing them both out. He preferred to revel in the warm feeling that always came whenever he sat near the sea or played the guitar.
His fingers worked on their own, playing the familiar chords as he watched the birds dance over the water. The light of the dying sun glinted off the bridge and the small trinket that hung entwined in the knobs. Though he knew what it was, Gordon looked anyway. A small, silver dolphin on a delicate chain.
"Nice try, Gord." He laughed. It was impossible to completely block images from the past. They flooded back filling him with joy and sadness all at once. It was then that he realized what he had been playing.
'. . . . can't you see the sunshine
can't you just feel the moon shining
ain't it just like a friend of mine
it hit me from behind
and I'm going to Carolina in my mind. . .'
He stopped, feeling a presence behind him. "Hey, Virg."
His older brother took his greeting as an invitation to pull up sand beside him. "You've been gone awhile."
"Guess I lost track of the time."
"That can happen out here." Virgil picked up a pile of sand and let it run through his fingers. "I haven't heard you sing since you were a kid."
"There's a reason for that."
Virgil toyed with the charm at the head of his guitar. "You're not that bad."
"If we had cats, I would have attracted every last one of them." Gordon put the guitar down.
"Mom loved that song."
"Yeah, I know." Gordon replied.
Gordon's watched beeped and his father's image appeared in the face. "Gordon, I need you at the house. Looks like you boys might be rolling out again."
"Yes sir." Gordon responded. "Virg is right here and we're on our way."
The two brothers stood up and began to hurry toward the large villa in the distance. But something stopped Gordon and he looked back over his shoulder. He squinted his eyes to get a better look.
There, riding the crimson waves in the setting sun, he watched a lone fin break the surface of the water. It disappeared for a few seconds and then the dolphin leaped from the water, its dark body glistening in the evening sun.
He smiled, gripping the guitar's bridge a bit tighter. "I love you too, Mom."
"Carolina" is not mine. It belongs to James Taylor and I don't want to be sued for using it. Again, the process of suing me would cost more than would actually be extracted from my bank account.