Photo by Louise Bostock,
and visit her blog - A View from Carmine Superiore
He/She is on that boat coming to you.
Share the story or tell me about it in a poem.
Gemma had never been the patient one, but she was willing to wait for this. But the boat kept steady on its course, straight for the dock and all she knew was that she was waiting for a boy named Dominic Vreeland. "About your age." Her mother had said distractedly. Gemma didn't know how she would explain to Alex that her mother, his suppoused aunt, wasn't there to greet him. She wondered if he had known about her -Gemma- known that he'd had a cousin for the past 18 years. Gemma hadn't. She didn't even know that her mother had other family until a few days before.
The boat was near enough now that she could see the faces of some of the dozen or so passangers. She didn't know what to think- that she would know him in one glance? People started to file onto the dock around her, and there was only one boy her age. He looked normal to her, though he was travel worn and clearly exhausted, hardly able to hold on to his small suitcase. "Dominic?" She said and stepped right up to him, deciding to get it over with. He looked at her through a fog and then much to her surprise, smilied and said, "Hi, Gem."
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