He did it. He’d pared it all down and tucked it all in and stocked her all up.
He was down to one set of waterproofs, two pairs of jeans, three tees, four pairs of socks, five undies, six favorite CDs, seven books.
He was going for eight apples, nine carrots, and ten bananas, but he ate two bananas walking back from the store. So there was that. In any event, there were many other odds and ends he didn’t count but that counted just as much: sleeping bags, towels and dishes and batteries, the manual pump. All the things that would make it home.
For it was going to be. Home. The first he’d ever owned.
This boat: The Marianna.
His little sister had always dreamed of living on one, and her yearning settled in him after she died.
He smiled at the sky. “Welcome aboard, Marianna. Let’s fly.”
Na'ama Yehuda 
Oh, this just brings a tear to my eyes. Beautiful story.
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Thank you, Tien! 🙂
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This was a lovely, sweet story. I imagine him as quite young…
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Thank you, Dale. Yes, I imagine he is pretty youngish, too. 🙂
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I have to agree with Dale, such a lovely story. I love the counting at the beginning, one of this, two of that. Beautiful. Such a shame his sister had to die before he took the plunge. 🙂
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Thanks, Crispina! I’m glad you liked it! And … yes, sad that his sister isn’t with him and glad that he found a way to move forward and to take her with him, in some way.
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That’s good, touching end.
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🙂 Thank you! Glad you found it so!
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A sweet beginning, that has promise to birth another wonderful novel!
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Ah, Sunny … perhaps, eh? 😉
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