sink, swim

She told him on the boat.

The ocean always reminded him how much was out there, and how little of it was his. Would the kid make his patch bigger, or smaller? Either way, he could talk himself into this. The transition to nearly monogamous had been nearly painless, and for the past couple of years he'd been saying he liked children. He had at least a dozen gray chest hairs.

It was a nice trip. She tanned; he burned.


Jenious said...

Now we get his perspective, excellent...

Eggy Weg said...

Great post! I'm looking forward to more.