The Boat – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant sail in a boat
Although his cute bum is most certainly not too big for that
He does not get sea sick
He swims like a wee brick
But he simply does not have the right hat

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to see some more rollicking responses to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please cast an eye over AnElephant’s soggy submerged story first.

Copyright Al Forbes

The Boat

Have you seen this child?
As she drives through The Trossachs National Park, she glimpses the posters everywhere. She tows her little boat to the slipway on the eastern shore of Loch Lomond, manoeuvres it off the trailer, and ties it securely to the wooden pier.
When she parks her car she sees his smiling face on a tree, and wonders what his parents are going through.
As a mother herself she can scarcely imagine their pain.
The water is calm today, which pleases her, she is not a great sailor.
She putters out of the harbour, and waves to the writer sitting at the end of the jetty.
She idles at her usual spot, which she knows is over the deepest part of the loch.
And slips the small sack over the side with a smile.