I’d traveled down the coast, stopping at every other port. When I went as far South as I wanted, I turned around, and began going up. I berthed at the ports I’d missed, doing my same old.
Then I reached back to where I’d started.
It was ten years and I liked my old town and thought to hang for awhile, so found a job in ‘security’ at a museum. It wasn’t much. It was basically standing around looking at a monitor.
I was planning on staying a few months. It was summer, everything was good.
Then I saw Zennie.
There were other people, but Zennie had a way she tossed her hair which was unique to my eyes. I knew it was her. I watched carefully, being sure beyond sure. Then, a boy,about ten, who looked just like me, came beside her and they move off camera.
I stood gaping.
When I left, Zennie she had to be pregnant. She never mentioned it. Not to the lawyer, not to me. Maybe she would have if I hadn’t cut it short. Hadn’t told my lawyer to give her everything, and walk out.
Maybe…if I had waited… Maybe……