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It was early morning when we sighted the sparkling water of
the lake. Dad pulled into the parking
spot while my brother and I scampered towards the camping site. We had barely slept the night before in anticipation.
While we loved swimming in the crystal clear waters there
was no better feeling than being in the canoe flitting here and there, across
the lake, and breathing in the fragrance of adventure.
It was to be the last time we holidayed as a family. Later that year Dad moved in with Mrs A,
leaving behind promises of future trips together.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.
To row the other Friday Fictioneer's canoe go here.
Lucky last in my submission this week I think.
Its sad that the anchor of the kids life drifted away. At times adults do not realise the harm done to young minds. Sensitively written.
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Absolutely correct. Thanks for reading and commenting Kalpana.
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ReplyDeleteA sad tale and one that's played out way too often.
I love canoe trips. My husband and I have gone on a few, with and without our kids. To tag such a sad ending on it tugged at my heartstrings. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.
DeleteBeautiful, sad and realistic, something far too many kids can relate to.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Ga H, I a, glad you liked it.
DeleteVery sad story, but well written, Subroto. That's a reality in too many children's lives. ------ Suzanne
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed. Thanks for reading and commenting Suzanne.
DeleteSo often this happens.. and the children are left with broken promises..
ReplyDeleteFar too many times Björn, thanks for reading and commenting.
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