A Short Story

Day On The Water

Day On The Water
Day On The Water
Sketch, Day On The Water

Life is funny and sad. There are days that fit in the middle somewhere. Days have a way of sticking themselves in a lot of things, sometimes with the menace of dread and drear, others kindled by a warm hand that sends a shiver, its touch so secretly wanted. Yeah, days can find themselves middlesome.

Atayo watched the waters slowly ripple in. Some days, he would sit by the water. He’d smoke and think, cigarettes one after the other, with something bitter to drink and a head full of reflections. He’d roll over the day slow. Like the water, how the tide would creep in, then out. These days were rare, like sunlight in a world of rain. They were nice, yet, didn’t fill him up.

Boats would come and go and he’d watch as they slid by effortlessly. He knew how to become a captain. All he needed was a boat and a little water. Atayo could just sail out and name himself captain. So simple. He didn’t have the boat though. One cut in as he looked, in a slow purposeful motion it bobbed slightly, moving with the waves, passing on by him without pause. Another rolled in, it was a catamaran, he’d always wanted one of those. Atayo didn’t know much about boats, just that he wanted one, and that he’d wanted a catamaran.

His dad had always wanted a boat. Something to take out into the open waters, to run beside the waves. To feel that open wind and sharp salted air. He knew because he wanted that very thing. Tall, salt-water fishing poles were strapped to one of the passing boats. It was bittersweet, watching it grow closer, he could see it; line running out, caught in a fight with the of the fish of a lifetime. That part was sweet.

A waitress came up, Jen, she was nice and checked on him just enough to make sure he felt remembered. That was a sign of someone who knew their work. He was easy though, sit and watch and think, sipping slowly on that sharp drink. Too much and his thoughts would muddle. These days, the rare sunlit ones, he tried to stay thoughtful. Too quick and he could fall into that dreary spot, it was damp and solitary there.

Some boats he knew by name, they came and went daily, the ones, in particular, he’d dream of steering one day. Some day. A tear slipped down his cheek. He wiped it away quickly before anyone could see. He didn’t know how, but one day, he’d make it happen. A deep longing reached into his heart. It was stark and total. He could see it right there, barely a blink away. They would slip right on by though, riding in with the currents, out with the tides. Both in sun and night, by moon-lit and afternoon-blazed waters, they’d fall beyond his fingertips and sight. In his daydreams, he would sail beyond the bridge and into open waters. Still, like these rare sunny days, that didn’t fill him up.

He put out his cigarette and lit another. The next time Jen came by he asked for the check. It was cheap–he didn’t have much anyway. Enough for today, enough for what he needed. He wasn’t ready to leave, but sometimes sitting for a while, brushing off a caretaker, he wanted to ‘get outta dodge’, as they used to say.

Atayo left the cafe and made for the canal’s edge to sit, some days he would swim if it was hot enough. He’d watch the coming and going of the tide, or the schools of minnows that would swim along the water’s edge. Something about the water had always called and calmed him. Maybe he had filled his head with dreams of sailing, of how it must feel to be on the open water, taking care of yourself. To him, it was a place that made a man, to only have himself to rely on. Those that came out, on the other side, they were different. Some were stronger, others returned broken, or not at all. It was one of those things, and you never knew until it was finished.

The day slipped slowly by. Though, not as slowly as some of the boats, they’d teeter on the edge of antagonizing him. The afternoon faded, and Atayo found himself lying in the grass beside the canal. Small pieces of it poked him in random places, some unfelt until he moved, others a constant prick that he couldn’t help but notice. It didn’t matter to him. His thoughts were heavy. Atayo felt unsure of what to do or where to go, his direction was muddy. Like waters on the edge of a storm. His days filled themselves like this more often than not. A brewing uncertainty.

He watched a large two-hulled boat drift in under the tall bridge. It was a catamaran, the one he would wait for some days, one of his daydreams. It was white, bright white, the captain kept it clean. That was a sign of a good captain, some boats…he’d wonder just how they stayed afloat, not this one. This one looked like he could run ahead of a storm, buffeted on it’s coming wind, not that he would try that. He didn’t have a boat. He slipped into that place of want and watched as it came into the canal.

The boat slowed, everly so. It seemed endless. The man who steered it looked right at Atayo, his gaze piercing. They had seen one other countless times. Atayo could see his coarse, wrinkled hand atop the wheel, guiding it, bringing it home. It nearly whispered its presence, like it scarcely existed. Water lapped softly on the break-wall, that soft sound filled the air. The man walked from the helm, but Atayo was looking at the boat, it was beautiful. He could feel his feet on it, seafoam spraying up, wind whipping through his hair and worries.

“Hey, boy!” The man called to him, he had a gruff voice.

Atayo started, they had never spoken before. His feet hung over the edge of the canal wall, he had been lost in that day-long daydream. The man tied the boat off, tethering it to a moor by the water’s edge. He walked over to the rail, leaning on it and called out to Atayo again.

“Hey there! Can you swim?” He stared at the man. Where was he going with this?

“I can!” Atayo yelled.

“Swim out here then!” He said it roughly.

Atayo didn’t know what to think, but he stood up and after emptying his pockets dove into the water. It was a canal, and not exactly clean, but he would do anything to stand on that boat. He hoped that was what was going on. The water was warm, it was the middle of summer, hot and humid, even if he had to scrape grime from the hull, he wouldn’t mind. Better than smoking cigarette after cigarette and stuck on thoughts of sailing. As he swam he left those behind.

He found himself wondering what this man wanted, he could have asked first, but something told him to just jump in. Sometimes a thing just feels right. He knew, all too well how easy it could be to get trapped in not doing anything. Instead, he swam. Water has a way of making things further than they seem, it took him long minutes to make it to the boat. He pulled himself up, panting.

The old man stood there, looking down at Atayo. He had his arms crossed and -at first- he seemed to be angry, he laughed slightly and that visage slipped. He didn’t say anything, but, turned and walked back to the wheel. It was one of those that could have belonged on a ship two-hundred years before, maybe it had come from one.

“Untie us,” it was all he said.

Atayo didn’t know, maybe this guy was planning on taking him to the sea and sacrificing him to the gods of ocean and wind, people did some weird things. Maybe he just needed a hand or wanted company. He didn’t give a shit. He felt his feet on the floor, its pocked and slightly coarse texture felt right, like he’d pictured. He looked back to the canal wall, where his things lay, a few oddments and some cash he hadn’t wanted to get wet.

“My stuff?” Atayo asked.

“You can get it if you’d like, but, I’m leaving now.”

The man waited, Atayo looked back and cringed. It wasn’t much money, but it was all he had, he didn’t care about the other stuff. He didn’t want to miss this though…

It was a sharp moment, one that seemed hard, he started to untie the boat from the mooring. Every time his hand looped around the hitching, it got easier. By the time he threw the tether aside, he had forgotten about his things. Immediately the boat started drifting with the tide, it was heading out, into the bay. The man stayed quiet, it was a solid thing, something that seemed tangible. The silence wasn’t stern but felt implied.

Atayo stayed by the boat’s edge, he watched as the café and canal fell behind. Once they drifted by them, he turned his attention to the bay, beyond the bridge, where the ocean started to take over. The captain hadn’t said anything else, and when Atayo went to say something he was quieted with a gesture. Instead, he turned to enjoy the ride. The bobbing felt slight, easy like they were gliding.

The boat passed beneath the bridge, it loomed above, casting a shadow across the water. Once beyond it, the man called out, telling him to untie another rope, the one the held the sail. It took a moment and felt awkward at first, but the man didn’t say anything, instead, letting Atayo struggle, then figure it out. As soon as it was up, the boat leaped into motion. It no longer drifted with the tide, it flew atop the waves. The wind picked up, he felt its tug, its pull on his hair, it billowed against his face.

It was a moment before he realized the man was calling to him, waving him to come over. He did, and the view was even better. Boats of all sorts sailed and careened through the bay, others drifted along. They were pointed straight out, aimed toward the open sea.

“I’ve seen you sitting by the water, watching the boats come and go. Day after day.”

“Really? I didn’t think it was a noticeable thing,” Atayo said.

“Many things can be seen beneath the sun. Here,” he gestured, “take the wheel.”

Atayo hesitated, but it didn’t seem to be a moment to do that, he fought it, that quick jab of fear, and put his hands on one of the worn wooden spokes. It was heavy and that heaviness seemed to seep into his hands. It was a warm thing. He looked back, and the man was looking out to the open water, where the land let go it’s hold of the bay and ocean took over.

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” Atayo said.

“My life has been on these waters. I imagine all men have their troubles, their hardships. But, they also have their hope, their life, and love. I’ve seen how you watch the boats. It was the same way that I used to. One day, a man stopped and my life changed. I learned. Many don’t make it, even the ones that pay, that want, that dream, but sometimes…sometimes there is someone who wants it more than all around. Sometimes there is someone willing to learn what is needed.” He walked from the helm, Atayo still held the wheel. “And sometimes, they need someone to reach out and give them that chance. It happened to me.”

Atayo turned, any words dead on his tongue. The captain still stared straight ahead with an unmoving gaze, his eyes looked elsewhere, somewhere inside. Atayo felt awkward and turned back to look across the bay.

“Atayo!” Did he know his name? “No one can come and take you to your dream. No one is going to give it to you, you must chase it. This boat is simply a vehicle to get there, it isn’t the dream. Learn well, learn quick, your life is in your hands now. It always was anyway.”

There was a splash. When Atayo looked back, he found himself alone with the boat and the ocean. He searched the water for the man but didn’t find anything, the water fell quickly behind. Looking down he found a piece of paper with his name written on it.

“Atayo, the boat is yours.”

The wind whipped through his hair, it came and went in a wild way, he looked ahead, tears streamed freely. He felt like he was dreaming, but he knew he wasn’t. He didn’t even know the man’s name. He looked back again, maybe… Off in the distance, he thought he could see small splashes of someone swimming, but he couldn’t tell. Waves chopped the scene, making it hard to make anything out in the distance. His hands gripped the wheel, it didn’t slip beyond his grasp.

“One day,” he reminded himself.

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"Our journey here, it changes us. We are here and alive." Born in New England, Adam West decides to undertake the perspective of a stunned-into-his-father's-loss adult to help other never-grown-ups face and deal with post-traumatic situations like divorce, separation, death, accidents, and the likes. That "we all wander the wonderings of life" is clear to many but we all lack the sunbeam born on his hat and the shadow of his pencil for "a moment of clarity, to wake up" is often a moment when the writer achieves to put you "on pause." Into the woods of Writer of Age, the obvious simplicity is not simple at all. Adventure yourself and enjoy!


  • Posted March 21, 2019 2:10 am 0Likes
    by parikhit dutta

    I remember reading this earlier. I am glad you posted it again 🙂

  • Posted March 8, 2019 11:21 pm 0Likes
    by neeltheauthor- author of WHEN LIFE THROWS THOSE CURVE BALLS

    You are one super talented writer.

  • Posted September 21, 2018 10:48 am 0Likes
    by writerofage

    Reblogged this on Writer of Age.

  • Posted September 6, 2018 10:54 pm 0Likes
    by NGF

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    • Posted September 6, 2018 11:07 pm 0Likes
      by writerofage

      Thank you, for the mention, the compliments and comment and most importantly your time! I read you post, I’m still in murky waters on navigating the amazon author side of things, it seems like you’re well on your way! I’ll have to ask you for pointers. Thank you for deciding to check out Contradictation, it is something…a little different, so I hope you like it!

      • Posted September 6, 2018 11:10 pm 0Likes
        by NGF

        I like people with unique perspectives and I like your use of satire. That’s not an easy style to master. You have a lot of talent. Well, you caught my attention and I have the attention span of the dog in “Up”
        I look forward to reading you. I will keep you posted 🙂

        • Posted September 6, 2018 11:22 pm 0Likes
          by writerofage

          There is much for me to work on, but it made me laugh, still does. If you like it, I will send you The Vague Ship free, its a sequel(sort of) and much more story like. It’s almost done, but I’ll remember!

          • Posted September 6, 2018 11:35 pm 0Likes
            by NGF

            Sweet! And we can always improve. Even the most accomplished writers look to improve themselves. If you stop improving, you might as well quit. If writing was easy, everyone would do it.

  • Posted August 16, 2018 10:25 am 0Likes
    by Charlie Wright

    Great short read 🙂

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  • Posted August 11, 2018 4:03 pm 0Likes
    by HarleyQ2

    Just wow.

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    by pennyluker

    Lovely story.

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  • Posted August 2, 2018 4:42 pm 0Likes
    by Nat

    I used to go out sailing for the day with my Dad before he passed away. Your descriptions of the need to feel the boat bobbing on the waves and of the boats, catamarans especially, brought me back to those warm, lazy days when all there was, was Dad, the yacht, the sea, the wind, the love, and me. A special piece of writing. Thank you.

    • Posted August 2, 2018 4:57 pm 0Likes
      by writerofage

      Thank you Nat. It’s something special to be able to go back to a moment or a time that really shaped us. It sounds like you two were close. Thank you for reading.

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  • Posted July 24, 2018 11:42 am 0Likes
    by tommyatkinsauthor

    Atayo is such a completely relatable character. I think we all long for a boat– and honestly, if I found that proverbial craft, I wouldn’t have gone back for the accouterments of my daily life either.

    • Posted July 24, 2018 11:54 am 0Likes
      by writerofage

      Thank you, Tommy! I’m am happy you took the time to read and to share! A story is far more colorful when there’s someone you relate with, and I am glad to hear Atayo fit in there!

  • Posted July 18, 2018 4:12 pm 0Likes
    by JOY journal

    I like the way you have played with sentence structure to create a mood for the piece.

  • Posted July 6, 2018 8:05 am 0Likes
    by fantasystoryfairy

    Oh my God… You are so crazy talented… Words cannot express how beautiful and touching your story is… I mean I just imagined myself with Atayo and I felt so glad that he got his wish… Please keep doing what you’re doing. Now I am so excited to read more tales of Rangforne! You’re amazing…

    • Posted July 6, 2018 8:28 am 0Likes
      by writerofage

      I am at a loss for words. I appreciate you sharing your experience of the story. I am touched. Thank you.

      • Posted July 12, 2018 2:33 am 0Likes
        by fantasystoryfairy

        Thank you for your reply. Honestly, I am so humbled that you took the time to read through so many of my posts and that my words mean so much to you truly makes me feel so wonderful. You’ve got a fan in me, that’s for sure. Please keep doing what your doing. You’re really very good at it!

      • Posted July 13, 2018 9:31 am 0Likes
        by fantasystoryfairy

        Thank you for creating such wonderful art and for the follow! It means the world to me!

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