The Old Sea Dog
“Can I play with your Captain’s hat Grandad?”
Dad looked at me wide-eyed and mouthed a question.
“Your grandson, Bobby, Dad.”
I helped bring the sippy cup to his lips.
He sucked on the straw and stared ahead without a word.
I followed the second hand of his clock as it advanced towards twelve.
The brass clock chimed the midday bells, and for a brief moment, time went backwards.
A saucy smile spread over his lips and sparks returned to his eyes.
I smiled and reached for his hand.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. I always look forward to each week’s challenge.