Waiting on the Docks

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Photo by Michelle De Angelis

As the boat neared the docks, he looked for her and his heart leapt in his chest when he saw her.  She was leaning against the warehouse, waiting for her father.  He hoped one day that she would be waiting for him.

She turned when she heard them approaching.  Flaming curly red hair framed her beautiful face.  He knew that it was foolish for him to feel this way about a girl who was not yet twenty and still in school but he couldn’t help it.  Maggie had gotten into his system and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.  He knew because he had tried.  He had tried to get over her with other women but soon realized how pointless that was and how unfair it was to them.

Maggie’s father was the skipper and he was the engineer.  They got along very well.  The other man treated him like a son but he wasn’t sure what his reaction would be if he knew how he felt about his daughter.

172 Words

This was written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. For more information visit Here.  To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

6 comments

    • Thanks, Joe 🙂 No, it isn’t forbidden love but let’s just say that her father wouldn’t approve because of the age difference and he doesn’t want his daughter to be in a relationship with someone who works for him.

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      • As a father of a son just married and a daughter still seeking I understand the complicated nature of the “right one”. Unfortunately there is the parent
        s “right one” and the child’s which aren’t always congruent.

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