Keif – the spirit of joy
A rainbow lit up the dark sky as I watched from my dad’s new boat. He had always wanted to live on a boat and travel around. No attachments, an easy life. It suited him and he was doing much better.
I smiled and spoke the colours of the rainbow. When I was younger, mum and I had always said them together. Now, all rainbows reminded me of her. She had passed away four years ago but it still felt like yesterday to me.
‘What you calling your boat, dad?’
‘The Spirit of Joy,’ he replied and chuckled, ‘seemed fitting.’
‘Of course! Mum’s name,’ I laughed, ‘she’d have liked that.’
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/04/08/10-april-2020/ and http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com with thanks.)
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