She Said It Found Her
It Was Trying To Tell Her Something
A Short Story
The wind suddenly picked up as Millie Larson looked out from the porch. A wall of dark clouds was pushing across the horizon and a light chop developed on Caribou Lake, gently rocking the tiny rowboat tied to the dock. The Far North seasons always brought unpredictable weather. Just as Millie was about to turn toward the door, movement in the water and a flash of yellow caught her attention. She squinted and then her eyes opened wide as a child at play. Rushing down the stairs with glee, she kicked off her shoes and raced to untie the canoe. Was it possible after all these years? It was funny how we all want to believe the unbelievable.
She had heard stories about people discovering them after many years. Most of those stories were for the most part, true. All were important and meaningful to those who had themselves either buried them or set them afloat.
Millie rowed as fast as she could against the increasing gusts of wind, finally able to reach the yellow mass. She reached out gently grabbing the worn sailboat, careful not to deteriorate it further or tip the canoe over. She managed to get back to the dock, and into the cabin without incident. The winds seemed to be increasing.
