The sun crouched on the horizon casting red light on sparse clouds. A small fishing boat rocked, its hull gently brushed by the current flowing past. On deck, an older man ran a hand through his thick beard, then over his bald, sunburned head. Beside him, a boy tied a rope off on a cleat. […]
Here’s a thought I had in response to the Daily Prompt. Today, it was ‘Filthy’. I started there and went in a different direction.