Seven summers ago, when my son was 10 years old, his favorite thing to do in the world was to go swimming. Pretty much every day that summer, I took him swimming. I myself, would jump in and take a few laps, and get out after 5 minutes. He'd stay in 2 or 3 hours a day. I spent all the extra time waiting on him writing a "novel". It filled 6 spiral notebooks in cursive. At the end of the summer I put it away in a box thinking "one day I'll find the time to type this up". Well, thank you COVID-19, I've finally found the time. I'm about 85% done typing it up. As I finished typing this chapter, I realized, with just a few additions, it could stand on it's on as a short story. The rest of the book is posted elsewhere on my blog.
The Drifter
That is wonderful and sad at the same time... tearing at my heart strings!
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