A year back, the prompt on Exploration Challenge was “Woman”.
I decided to reverse it.
In this week, write a story/anecdote/non-fiction piece which does not involve a woman.
There is no restriction on length of the piece. There is no last date either, unless you wish to be featured in the Weekly Wrap.
The format can be fiction, poetry, art, photography, anecdotes, biographical sketches or anything that you can invent.
John stood on the sandy beach beside his trusty canoe and beloved dog, Harley, a red Irish Setter. He surveyed the river as he did every day before making the trip down the river to the lake it opened into.
He motioned Harley into the canoe where he went to the front and laid down on the cushions that were there for him to ride comfortably just behind the front seat. He put his small lunch cooler and drinks in the middle towards his feet and then pushed the canoe out far enough so it would float when he climbed in.
Once settled, John started paddling with smooth, even strokes pushing the canoe rapidly through the water. His mind wandered as it usually did. He thought about his military buddies and remembered some of the good times they had and how most of them were gone from this world already.
He was tired and ready to join his buddies and leave this world behind. He slowed his strokes. He was getting tired and it was about time for lunch and a break.
He pulled over to the side of the river bank to a small beach, large enough for one or two canoes. Once upon the shore he opened his cooler and took out his lunch and a drink. He fed and watered Harley and then packing up his trash he climbed back into the canoe.
Pushing off, he entered the current and felt the first of the small pains in his chest. There wasn’t much he could do, but he pulled out his cell phone and after checking to make sure he had enough bars, he made a call to 9-1-1. The dispatcher asked if he had any idea where he was and he described the small beach about halfway to Wharton lake from the Blanchard’s Creek Landing area. They found someone who knew the area and could give them an approximation as to where he might be now and how long it would take to make it to the lake. They concluded that he wasn’t all that far so they would head to the lake and wait.
Despite the fatigue and the pain in the chest and arms, he continued to paddle. Harley knew something was wrong and tried to get closer to him. He patted him, but commanded him to stay.
The river came into sight. He could see the flashing lights and boats were also waiting around the opening where the river emptied into it. He pushed just a bit more, but felt a crushing feeling in his chest and then a severe pain, before he slumped over, the end coming finally.
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