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He learned to crab before he learned to walk. Always told that story: him and his dad coming all the way back from Green Turtle in full gale on that skiff—him only ten and his pop drunk as a lobsterman’s payday.
Today the air was sinking fast, dropping clouds low on eastern skies.
“I’ll be home by high tide,” he’d said. But tide had come and gone, leaving a line of seagrass high on the beach dotted with strange-eyed fish.
“I was born on the water,” he always said.
He was going to die on it too, she realized.
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k. Rawson 
You’ve got me wondering about those “strange-eyed” fish.
Sometimes we get a little too comfortable in our own ability. Nature has a way of humbling man. Great story, Karen.
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Lovely!
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A life on the ocean waves! Hopefully “she” has come to terms with his first love.
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This is just splendid in voice… drunk as a lobsterman’s payday…
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I thought that too!
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He was going to die on it too, she realized.
are “He was going to die on it too” her words or thoughts? if so, she would say/think them in present tense, so it would be better to write “He is” instead of “was.”
also consider that because he said “I was born on the water…” she should say/think “You’re going to die on it…”
well done.
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There’s such a thing as over-confidence. Always misplaced on water, I’ve found. Good one.
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Magnificent. Love the strange-eyed fish.
I’m not sure how these two feel about each other.
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My favorite flash this week. The relationships with the sea were very clear and all of the characters seemed to understand their roles. He was destined to die at sea and she was destined to wait for his return every day. Well done.
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Goosebumps . . . .
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Dear Karen,
She’s a realist. He’s not. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Tragic tale, well written.
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I love ‘dropping clouds low on eastern skies.’
He may yet come home.
(‘She realized that he was going to die on it too’ is correct and therefore your more appealing form of this sentence can also be considered to be in the correct tense?)
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