Photo Credit: Photo Prompt@Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
I inherited this old boathouse. My children didn’t approve of me being
here alone. Peace and tranquility have always been something I desired.
Out here, serenity is my companion. But, around evening, things change
just a little, I don’t mine.
Well, it’s 5:00 p.m. Just like clockwork, the Potomac Dinner boat is traveling
down the river. The tourists can’t see me sitting at my window. I have
an open view. I recognize the first-timers, they’re the ones who spot my
antiques. Admiringly, they point to capture the attention of others. The
ones who frequent this river look straight ahead.
Friday Fictioneers 100 words or under challenge using the photo