Feeling Time Flow


I stood on the deck, relishing the feel of the thin, crisp air, fingering my pocket watch.


“We got rich, Captain. That ship was loaded.” I heard my First Mate say from behind me.


“Good.” I watched clouds sweep beneath us.


“And by the way, this is a mutiny.”




He held the hussy around the waist as his wife opened the front door, bags in hand.

“Are you sure?” She asked, giving him one last look.

“I love her.” He replied flippantly.

“Ok, I understand.” With tears in her eyes she left her home, whispering to herself. “And by the way, I’m pregnant.”