Here’s how it happened: I was on the ladder fixing a gutter when the wind gusted and I ended up standing at the edge of an old canal, and this boat glides up all weathergray and brown, riding high, filled with people.
“Going back?” asked the pilot.
“Sure,” I said.
“Step aboard, then.”
I did as he said. The crowd shifted to make room. The boat did not rock.
We slid down the canal till we reached the ocean. I turned to ask where were were going but I realized I was alone. Then, brightness: a newborn child crying.
My daughter sleeps quietly in her swaddle and I watch her, Godlike, on the baby monitor. Oh, and by the way: whoever came up with the metaphor “sleeping like a baby” clearly never had children. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: