Indigo ’92. My boat moored at the pier, meters away from the bridge.
I named it after my girlfriend. She was a rare beauty, I mean both the boat and my lady.
I don’t do things in half’s, I demand the best at all times.
Blond hair, bold blue eyes and a surfboard belly, steady on land, smooth on the sea. I mean the girl, not the boat. My Indigo.
‘Honey did you put enough ice in the bucket, you know I like my wine quite chilled.’
‘Sure did babe.’
The last drops trickled down his throat as she vanished.
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by George Koch, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.