calling out

building 16.3.14 3

Every morning when he entered this huge building he felt like being swallowed by it. Dark corridors, artificially lit rooms stacked with files, some hundred years old… inherited with the building was the joke they shared about them.

Right across the road he could see the bay, the ships, schooners, boats bobbing on the water. He felt so envious of those sailors.

He always wanted to be a sailor… but his parents snuffed his dreams the second they came to know of it.

“You should be grateful that they did…. ” his sailor friends tell him repeatedly.

But the sea called out to him, through his breeze and roars.

Seven Sentence Story 3.4.14

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2 thoughts on “calling out

  1. That would be soooo hard to accept.! Wanting something so much; being so close to it and yet, unable to break through the outer and inner chains of other’s wishes. Ouch.!
    Hopefully he will take control of his destiny.

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