Thursday, 11 August 2016

Grappling Iron
167 08 August 7th 2016
‘This is what we call a grappling iron. This one was from my ship.’
‘Grandpa, you were in the Navy? I didn’t know; did you ever fight a war?’
‘Did I never tell you the story when King Khamaanaa had attacked us? He was king of twenty islands. The islands were rich in gold and silver. King Khamaanaa had built a powerful navy. I was commanding a warship when his navy attacked. Twenty ships attacked my ship……..’
‘Last time you had said that a giant octopus had attacked your ship?’ the little kid asked. 
‘That was when I was in merchant navy…..’
‘But just now you said you were commanding a warship?’ the little boy would never let the old man complete his stories.
‘I commanded the warship when I was in Navy. Later….’
‘Tell me about the giant octopus. Was it even bigger than your ship?’
‘I will tell you if you promise not to interrupt me.’
‘I promise.’
The old man smiled for he knew that boy would keep his promise only for a few minutes. But he was excited by the little boy’s irrepressible urge to ask questions. His only regret was that the grandson would leave after three days; his father had been called back for an urgent meeting. 

The old man did not know when would they visit him again.
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A post for Sunday PhotoFiction on a photo prompt.

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