This short story of mine is actually posted in its entirety on Triggerstreet.com. Below is the intro. It needs a little more grooming but it’s one of my favorites.

Hope you enjoy!

WE Linde

The Perishing Land

            Jon’s father Yosi was still trying to finish the boat before the Sea swallowed them up. He paused from his work trying to get a rough hewn plank on the starboard ribs of the frame to line up with the one beneath it. He straightened his back and looked at the crashing waves that had already devoured the beaches and were moving ever closer to the ancient ground where they stood which had not touched salt water for generations.

Yosi called to Jon, and he left his mother’s side under the shade. He told the young boy to hold a bucket of pitch so that he could more quickly seal the outer shell. Obediently he raised the pail, which soon became heavy in the blistering sun of midday. Never had his father created a boat in such a way. He had taught Jon to always complete it, and then apply the sticky resin. But normally it would take a week to make a good boat, and he would have had the help of others. They were alone now, and time was up.

Continued on Triggerstreet.com:  The Perishing Land