Sunday 3 May 2015

Sunset



As the sun began to set, I found my father down on the pier of the lake behind his cabin. He had a rod in one hand, beer in the other.

“Catching anything?” I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

“Almost. This five footer just got away from me…”

“Shame.”

Same words as always. I sat down next to him.

“Thought you’d be with your friends.”

“Felt I should be with family right now.”

“Fair enough. Wanna split a beer with your old man?”

“Sure.”

I leant against him as the sun set for the last time.

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