Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story.
Denise is the host.
The format is to use the prompt word in writing a story of six (and only six) sentences.
This week’s prompt word:
WATCH
“Being the newest hand, the Fourth Watch is yours; the autopilot is set and there’s nothing between us and the Hudson Canyon but the devil and the night-black sea, don’t fall asleep,” the owner and captain of the fishing trawler placed the thick leather-bound book he’d been reading, on the chart table, looked around the bridge with the falsely casual glance of a man watching his wife get dressed and left without another word.
‘How long has it been now…don’t look, you’ll be disappointed,’ the young man straightened up in the chair and, looking out the windows that formed three sides of the wheelhouse, watched as a star touch, as lightly as a five-year-old boy kissing the cheek of a favorite aunt, the far-edge of the flat, dark ocean; with a squeak of worn vinyl triggering a neuromuscular shock that rippled the back of his scalp, he realized he’d dozed off.
The radar screen insisted, with each silent, green sweep around the screen, there was nothing between the boat and the horizon; the light, which minutes before was a bright star reflected in the flat-calm water was now an inverted umbrella of halogen light, illuminating the work deck of another trawler, its wheel house dark, except for a white rectangle in one window.
Over-riding the autopilot, he changed course to pass to the left of the silent vessel, barely ten feet between their respective out-riggers; picking up binoculars, he read the paper taped to the window of the other boat’s wheelhouse, LUKE 12:35-40 written in shaky magic marker letters.
Just before the distance grew to where details were cloaked in the night, the lights on the other ship went out; turning to the chart table, the newest deck hand found the worn-leather bible the owner kept to pass the day at the wheel and read,
“Let your waist be girded and your lamps burning; and you yourselves be like men who wait for their master, when he will return from the wedding, that when he comes and knocks they may open to him immediately. Blessed are those servants whom the master, when he comes, will find watching.”