It’s Prosery Monday, and Lillian has given us
a choice of excerpts to include in our 144 word
flash fiction or memoir. I chose “a red moon
rides on the humps of the low river hills” and I
have to say this bit of fiction was 275 fascinating
words before I had to painfully whittle it down!
I had so much more to say about the Ohio!
Submitted to dVerse
July 20, 2020
Boyhood dreams are sometimes a long time coming. Now, in my sunset years, my boys grown and my wife passed two years ago, I return to this cabin on a ridge above the Ohio, which my grandfather built when he was a young man. He was a riverman who worked the barges, whose love of the river was long and deep. He’d sit in his rocker on the porch and fill my young head with all manner of river lore. Life happened and the boyhood dreams were set aside until now. I’ve sold the city house and returned here to the cabin. A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills, a sure sign, grandpa said, of fair weather tomorrow. I look forward to all my fair tomorrows right here on the Ohio, a riverman at last.