Waiting for the Tide

Steven had a truck: a big pick-up, a little beaten with paint flecking off, but he wouldn’t drive anything else.

Until that night he watched the weather report. His state of mind was slightly altered, in the way fish were a little wet. When it was done, he stared at the television, blank screen reflected in the blank of his eyes, and let his thoughts settle.

He sold his truck, took his savings out of the bank, and bought a boat.

They laughed at him, but they laughed at Noah too.

Word Count: 91

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and C.E.Ayr for providing the photo prompt! Click Here to read other stories!

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