The enormous excavator lumbered to the water’s edge, it’s looming dragon like claw poised menacingly overhead. It had come to demolish the old Reliance. The long abandoned wooden vessel was just an eyesore to many, but to Dorry she was like family. Maybe even the sister she had never had.
The county had been threatening to demolish her, to haul her out of the estuary in pieces, for a long time. So long in fact that Dorry had failed to believe them when the date was set and a through-way was cleared by which the heavy machinery would brought in.
This morning, however, when she was awakened by the thick oily stench of burning diesel fuel being belched through her bedroom window and heard the whir of the hydraulic arm being lifted into position, she knew the county fully intended to make good on it’s threats. And it wasn’t fair, that.
Dorry couldn’t get her hopes up. She couldn’t trust the Reliance’s fate any longer in the hands of a universe that had evidently turned it’s back on both her and her beloved ship. She had to act. Dressing quickly, she slipped into the chilly waters of the estuary unnoticed.
This piece, written in 50 word increments is my humble response to this weeks 50 Word Thursday. Although I was able to use both the photo and the literary quote this week, I am not sure I am happy with the results.
The literary quote was, “It wasn’t fair that Dorry couldn’t get her hopes up.” – Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts – by Kate Racculia- and I will add, it offered quite a degree of difficulty….