sweetie with her feet
Friday, January 4th, 2008Young sweetie playing with her feet
Knotty Tail
The sun was hot as it beamed down on the water. The glints of sunlight dancing on the ripples of the lightly churning water was quite a light show. The gulls screeched overhead as they searched for morsels in the water. The marina slips were about half full with boats of all sizes and models.
As Jan and I walked up to our small yacht the Y Knot we could hear the grumbling curses of the mechanic coming from inside the cramped engine space. Mike a young but knowledgeable marine mechanic was grunting and groaning as he tried to wiggle the heavy starter from between the hull and the big block diesel engine.
Ahoy I said loudly to announce our presence.
Mike lifted his head up to return my greeting. He smiled as if he was glad to have company. He smiled even brighter when he saw Jan stepping beside me. He always became dreamy eyed when he saw her. Mike was twenty four years young. He had jet black hair deep sea blue eyes and the body of a lean mean warrior. To top off his handsome yet rugged face were a set of perfect white teeth. (more…)





