Short Story: A Passing Moment

He lifted his gaze to see the sun dip down, swallowed by the sea. He shifted his weight on the plank he was sitting on and turned his attention back to the bobber.

“Stop fidgeting around. You are scaring the fishes away,” his grandma corrected him as the boat swayed.

There were just the two of them; had been for as long as he remembered. Now, as he thought about it, he had not seen another human being other than his grandma and his own reflection occasionally when the sea was calm and the ...