Blinded

Blinded by Ironworker156

The rusty ceiling fan squeaked as it turned slow the wide wicker blades while the passenger waited. He sat at the end of the bar. A bar made of planks covered in miss-match pieces of cloth a top oil drums left behind from the last war. Through a nearby window he watched the boatman work. Lighting his fifth cigarette he called out.

“What's taking him so long?”

The bartender perched on a stool glanced his way, and then resumed doing nothing in silence. Taking a short drag, the man rolled his eyes and resumed his vigil. The wind blew hard on the tin shack. The walls creaked as rain steadily tapped on the roof like peas poured into a large pot. The man saw but did not see. His eyes saw from a far the tied boats, as they bobbed wildly to and fro restrained only by their tie lines. His eyes saw the waves of rain sweep, the waters of the bay beyond. And from his seat he saw all the islands palms whip and bent in the wind. He watched, the boatman as he struggled back to the shack knowing it was time to leave.

"Here he comes, finally. I can leave this place.”

The boatman had just stepped in the door as the man, with bags in hand, stood before him saying, "I'm ready. Lead the way."

The boatman stared at him and laughed as he took his raincoat off and stomped his feet. The man looked back at him wildly,

"Why are you Laughing?"

"You a funny man? We're not going anywhere in this weather.”

The boatman walked by the man who just stood there. "Hey, Barman set me up a whiskey,” said the Boatman.

The passenger added saying, "Make that two".




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Ironworker156 aka Sannara