Cast Upon The Shore

Staring idly at the boat bobbing in the smooth water.

She hoped for crashing, smashing waves, but found calm waters today.

Cool breezes to smooth over her face. She sat cross legged watching the boat.

Wondering how big it was. From her perspective, it fit on the tip of her pointer finger.

She knew it had to be bigger. Unless the fairies where out for a daytime float.

Which was not at all possible, because everyone knew fairies…

Did not sail the ocean. Maybe it was not fact. As she learned after school, and after life,

facts did not always hold true. Bobbing. The boat came a little closer. Sizing up. It might fit her thumb.

Definitely not fairies, but still cannot rule out the gnomes. Cranky little critters.

Waters to calm for them. She sighed and stood. Brushing sand off her bottom. Dress fanning and swaying

As she brushed. Gulls swooped then. Probably hoping for a meal, but she did not bring food this time. 

Quietly apologizing, she walked past them as they hopped along. Black eyes searching her to see if she 

was telling the truth. 
The walk back to her place was short. The boat from there was indiscernable. She squinted then laughed. 

Like squinting could make it bigger or clearer. Laughing at herself she went in to fix a snack. 

Thinking she might have to share with the gulls as they chattered heartily on her porch rail.

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