The sea squeezes creaks out of the old ship. A candle gutters in the open porthole. By its flickering light the old master writes about his life. Hard to grasp those years long past. All those memories feel as if they happened to someone else. Some story he observed but was not part of. Yet he is central in all of them.
This will be his last journey, he knows. But what a life it's been. His eyes grow tired and so he sets his quill down. He pinches out the candle and pitches the room into darkness.
Paddy Dobson
2nd December 2021