It’s been awhile since I’ve participated in Three Line Tales. Thank you to Sonya for continuing to provide us with this photo prompt challenge!
In the Wind
I cannot see boats of any kind without envisioning Maddy, her death, in the churning waters of the Caribbean as the hurricane bore down upon their ship.
I stayed away from hearings, the lurid details of how she might have died, because my imagination needed no feeding.
Instead, I hold close how she lived: the morning bluster until she held a cup of dark roast, her off-key singing followed by the freaky dance she once taught me composed of far too many jazz hands, her penchant for bad jokes when agitated, and I still hear her sorrow in the wind.