So I did.
The Old Sea Dog.
“Can I wear your Captain’s hat Dad?”
Dad looked at me, wide-eyed and incredulous.
“It’s me, Bobby.”
“Your son Bobby, Dad.”
I lifted the sippy cup to his chapped lips.
He sucked noisily, staring absently.
I followed the hands of his naval timepiece, as they crept towards twelve.
The brass clock chimed the midday bells.
For a brief moment, time receded, a warm smile spread across his lips and sparks returned to his eyes.
I smiled back, and reached for his hand.
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My feature photo is of a room in the Snow Hotel in Kirkenes, Norway. (January 2018)