Every day. Even on Sundays. I paddle out to the sailboats parked just off shore. I take them to and from so they can shop and eat and gaze at…
The tiny boat slowly passed into the light of the setting sun. Who was in it? Where was he or she going? I wondered if it was a fisherman or…
The boat moved swiftly, but his hand still twitched. Often he’d wanted to quit, such hard work for so little reward. But days like today were the dream he lived…