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Prompt: Waves
Jul. 9th, 2007 09:45 amAngel
He’d heard the sailors say that this crossing had been extremely smooth, and had seen some of them making the sign of the cross or spitting over the side to ward off ill luck.
It hadn’t worked.
The storm had swept up in the night. He hadn’t been asleep, but even if he had, the sudden whine of wind in the wires and the crashing waves would have told him what was happening.
The humanity below had driven him on deck. But the sun above and the business of staying afloat kept him to shadows.
As always, Angel hovered between.
Xander
He used to love sailing stories. Robinson Crusoe, Treasure Island and Captains Courageous sat on his dresser. He dreamed about running away to sea and coming back with amazing stories to wow his friends.
When he was twelve, he was invited to a birthday party. It was on a sailboat, and he couldn’t wait to show off his knowledge of sailing. But while the rest of the kids ran around the boat, laughing and eating cake, Xander tried to puke subtly. He thought he’d done okay until he overheard his friend’s dad say “that Harris kid’ll never make a sailor!”
He’d heard the sailors say that this crossing had been extremely smooth, and had seen some of them making the sign of the cross or spitting over the side to ward off ill luck.
It hadn’t worked.
The storm had swept up in the night. He hadn’t been asleep, but even if he had, the sudden whine of wind in the wires and the crashing waves would have told him what was happening.
The humanity below had driven him on deck. But the sun above and the business of staying afloat kept him to shadows.
As always, Angel hovered between.
Xander
He used to love sailing stories. Robinson Crusoe, Treasure Island and Captains Courageous sat on his dresser. He dreamed about running away to sea and coming back with amazing stories to wow his friends.
When he was twelve, he was invited to a birthday party. It was on a sailboat, and he couldn’t wait to show off his knowledge of sailing. But while the rest of the kids ran around the boat, laughing and eating cake, Xander tried to puke subtly. He thought he’d done okay until he overheard his friend’s dad say “that Harris kid’ll never make a sailor!”
