| Mystery and Crime Fiction posted July 13, 2016 |
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Novel or Story Beginning
Lost At Sea and Found
by michaelcahill
Mark Falcon had seen the scene before him countless times. The pleasure yacht Laura's Cruiser, heading towards the dock normally wouldn't raise an eyebrow. The sight of Laura, his beautiful wife and soulmate, standing on the bow of the ship waving never grew old. He did love her, and being happy to see her could be called an understatement indeed. But, on this particular day, the sight of the pleasure yacht Laura's Cruiser, with the Lovely Laura standing on deck waving, bordered on the terrifying. The last time Mark had seen his beloved was four years ago, almost to the day, when she'd left on a little cruise, only to be lost at sea. The boat, Laura and all aboard were never found. He'd only recently begun to rebuild his life and move forward. Yes, the sight of Laura waving from the bow of that ship as though nothing had ever happened raised some interesting questions. He'd soon be asking them as the boat neared the dock.
“Do you know her?” Sunny Falcon spoke without suspicion in her voice as she approached her husband of two months.
Mark didn’t look back as he answered candidly. “It’s my wife. It’s my wife, Sunny.”
“But … but, she died, Honey, she died at sea … and …”
“Yeah, I know that. But, that is my boat, and that’s my wife. I don’t know what else to tell you.”
--TO BE CONTINUED--
Mark Falcon had seen the scene before him countless times. The pleasure yacht Laura's Cruiser, heading towards the dock normally wouldn't raise an eyebrow. The sight of Laura, his beautiful wife and soulmate, standing on the bow of the ship waving never grew old. He did love her, and being happy to see her could be called an understatement indeed. But, on this particular day, the sight of the pleasure yacht Laura's Cruiser, with the Lovely Laura standing on deck waving, bordered on the terrifying. The last time Mark had seen his beloved was four years ago, almost to the day, when she'd left on a little cruise, only to be lost at sea. The boat, Laura and all aboard were never found. He'd only recently begun to rebuild his life and move forward. Yes, the sight of Laura waving from the bow of that ship as though nothing had ever happened raised some interesting questions. He'd soon be asking them as the boat neared the dock.
“Do you know her?” Sunny Falcon spoke without suspicion in her voice as she approached her husband of two months.
Mark didn’t look back as he answered candidly. “It’s my wife. It’s my wife, Sunny.”
“But … but, she died, Honey, she died at sea … and …”
“Yeah, I know that. But, that is my boat, and that’s my wife. I don’t know what else to tell you.”
--TO BE CONTINUED--
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