Photo Credit: Georgia Koch
“But mum, it’s just an old boat. I could build you a nice patio there, some garden furniture, it’d be lovely. Better than looking at that rotting hull.”
His mother fixed Glen with a stare, “The boat stays. In his name, it stays.”
Glen sighed, “Why Mum? Dad’s been gone years. It’s your garden to do with as you please.”
“And I shall. Your father always said there were seven of them returned from Dunkirk that day, him his five mates and that boat. The boat has stood in memory of his mates and now to him. The boat stays.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.