Dear Diary,
I have explored all the areas of the vessel that are accessible to a passenger like myself and have wandered it's decks in all the possible pathways.
I confess that, in the past, I may have been distracted by some observation of the sailors at work, as their rippling muscles glistened with sweat while they pulled on their halyards or lanyards but I find my interest in them is gone and I only long to lose myself in Willow's eyes.
I was day dreaming amidships, leaning out over the bulwark and watching the water stream and bubble past when I heard a slight cough behind me.
"Excuse me," said a small thin man, "might your name be Wayne?"
"Indeed it is," I smiled, "Wayne Austen and you are?"
His eyes twinkled and he giggled with glee.
"I am a Wayne too." He held out his hand.
"But I am a Wayne Kerr."
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
2 comments:
Dear Wayne,
You must indeed be distracted.
Observantly yours,
B.
p.s. a Wayne by any other name is not as sweet I am sure.
Wane, I've missed you. Maybe you and your new friend can roam the ship to see if anyone is Wayne King!
-h
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