A Sea Calling
By Dominick Jean
The heels of her brown Valentino boots clacked across the cobblestones. And though she was hidden behind the bulk of a heavy woolen coat, a hint of gold could be seen peeking from beneath a black ball cap. Her steps were so full of energy in the early morning light, but there was also a sense of fragility in each step.
It was as if she knew that every step was one more move into an uncertain future. It was as if she knew that life would never be the same.
She wandered further and further, until her steps at last stopped at the edge of the Annapolis city dock. Her gaze carried over across the water even as her mind flew back into the past.
Golden days and silver nights filled her thoughts as she looked backwards through time. She thought of a boy sometimes. Just once in a while.
But often she merely thought of all her plans. All the ideas, desires, and unbridled energy which had brought her to this point.
Her life had always been one without reserve. Not easy, but one where each day and each new joy was a gift happily received.
You could see that in her hazel eyes which crinkled up at the barest hint of joy. You could see it in the callouses on her hands and the way her smile was just a little bit crooked.
Her life had never been easy, but it had always been hers. A distant, if loving, father, a workaholic mother and two sisters who were aggravating enough to make you tear your hair out. Her life wasn’t always easy with this family, but they were hers.
And her name was Catherine.