Tuesday, August 6, 2013

The Fiddle Makers Son

 In his dream he saw his father floating in the vastness of the blueish black water as if he were a log. His limp body move along with the waves as they pushed him further out into the unknown. Suddenly a light appeared directly above making the white caps shine like diamonds. The sounds of men talking in a foreign language followed by a splash...
Phone rings..
Bram woke with a start from his dream, he could here his uncle in the other room talking to someone on the phone.

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