{Part of a collection of stories inspired from a moment in time. 300 words or less to challenge myself.}
He could feel the warm breeze push back his peppered hair, winding the strands together in a gentle dance. Could taste the air so full of salt that you could never be rid of the brine. Memories overrode reality when he looked at his door. The retired captain who couldn’t let go of a piece of the sea.
A Little Bit Bookish 