Lights gleamed across the bay, just like all those years ago. I moored and hurried home. Light spilled out of the door, and there was my little girl, tall and frowning.
I went to hug her. She called again, turning back into the house:
“DAD! There’s a man at the door!”
Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge – which this week has doubled the accepted character count, to reflect the changing world of Twitter. ! Actually this made it harder in my humble opinion – but that’s all good!