Sheena Brown
- Eighty years young.
- Retired florist.
- Active in community projects.
- Interests are art and creative writing.
- Enjoys extensive world travel, age insurance costs permitting.
The Unseen Voyagers
Standing on the upper deck of a cruise ship, two women marvelled at the splendour of their location.
The summer sun had set into a dark velvety sea as they stood in awe. On one side the lights were twinkling from Sicily’s coast, on the Italian side a stream of molten lava cascaded from a silent Stromboli.
Strains of merriment from deep within the ship drifted into the still night air. A stranger broke away from the noisy group emerging from below. Approaching the women she whispered,
“The men are here with you.”
The two widows shed a silent tear.
Standing on the upper deck of a cruise ship, two women marvelled at the splendour of their location.
The summer sun had set into a dark velvety sea as they stood in awe. On one side the lights were twinkling from Sicily’s coast, on the Italian side a stream of molten lava cascaded from a silent Stromboli.
Strains of merriment from deep within the ship drifted into the still night air. A stranger broke away from the noisy group emerging from below. Approaching the women she whispered,
“The men are here with you.”
The two widows shed a silent tear.
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