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Topic: BROKEN (12/06/18)
TITLE: My Lisa
By Francie Snell
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With a tattered scarf wrapped high around her neck, she shoved open the back door and stepped out into the chilly air and aromas of fish and crab. She shivered and looked out over the harbor as her breath turned to mist. She lit a cigarette.
A lump rose in her throat as boats motored by her and her run-down cottage surrounded by empty crab pots damaged by a storm. She envied the men standing at the helm of their humble ships with a thermos of coffee and a purpose, something she had lost, along with the only man she had ever loved. She could still hear Sam’s voice. “Honey, tighten the jig, will ya?”
The memory haunted her, Sam reaching out to her, begging for help, then disappearing under the violent waves, too proud to wear a life jacket. Why didn’t he listen?
Oh Lord, please help me. I can’t go on this way. The loneliness is killing me.
She wiped the tears from her eyes. “Oh God why?” she sobbed, cupping her hands over her face.
“Ma’am, you okay?"
Startled, she blinked at a man standing on the pier below, with a ruddy complexion and a tuft of brown curly hair escaping from beneath his cap. Had she met him before? She wasn’t sure.
He gestured his head to the side. “Are you the one selling this boat?”
She nervously nursed her cigarette. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
“May I ask why you’re selling it?”
“I have no use for it anymore,” her voice trembling.
He looked down at the name on the boat My Lisa. He paused for a moment then peeked up at her. “Well, um… mind if I start her up and listen to the motor?”
“Sure, let me get the keys.” She ducked inside then back out and started down the steps. Stepping onto the pier, she handed the man the keys and noticed a cross hanging from his neck. A sense of hope rose in her chest.
“Last time we took her out she ran smooth as silk,” she said, “but it’s been a while.”
“Almost a year.”
“Almost a year?” he said, incredulously. He shook his head. “You know, if you don’t run the motor now and then, the salty water corrodes the engine. She may not start. But let’s give her a try.”
He winked and hopped on to the boat and climbed into the captain’s chair, graceful as a gazelle, like a man she’d known before. He called over his shoulder. “You know, you have much too valuable a vessel here to let it go to waste. You need to take care of things, including yourself.”
She tossed her cigarette in the water and crossed her arms. “Yeah, well, I know, but I’m a busy girl and have a lot on my mind.” She flipped her hand in the air with pretend indifference.
He turned the key, and the motor rumbled loudly into motion as smoke shot into the air. With a look of surprise, he yelled over the noise. “Hey, what do ya know, she starts! How much you want for her?”
She hollered back. “I’m asking five or best offer.”
He nodded slowly, as if deep in thought, as the motor purred to an idle. “How about ten if you agree to my business proposal?”
“Ten? What kind of business proposal?"
The man slid out of the chair and faced her. He hooked his thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans and leaned on one hip, the way Sam always did. “Doing anything for the next few months? I'll need another deck hand, one who's experienced and knows this boat. You think we could make a deal, at least for a while? I could really use the help. How about I draw up a contract?
Amazed, she studied the man and reflected on her prayer just minutes before. God had answered.Thank you, Lord.
She thrust out her hand. “Sure, you got a deal. I’ll give it a shot. I’ll even throw in some crab pots. My name is Lisa, what’s yours?”
The man smiled and gently took her hand. “Samuel. My name is Samuel. But you can call me Sam.”
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