Photo prompt: copy right – the reclining gentleman
“That’s the place where my friend would sit and gaze at the waves for hours. He would never get tired of looking at the waves,” grandfather said to his grandson.
“Did he also look at the boats and the birds and the clouds,” grandson asked innocently.
“Yes, but he was fascinated by the waves.”
“I like the birds; they are so alive and playful.”
“My friend would say, ‘Waves are also alive and playful, just like the birds’”.
“I never met your friend? Why?” asked the grandson.
“He left before you came,” said the grandfather looking soulfully at the waves.
Word count 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff