by Michael Escoubas It was when he said, I trust you, that everything changed. At fourteen, I stood in the seam of time, more than a boy, less than a man, not really one thing or the other. I knew Dad’s ten-horse Evinrude better than the book: one-part oil, two-parts gas, three strokes on the choke, then rip the cord. In looking back, I’m with him now on the sun-bleached, wooden pier, fishing gear in hand, boat swaying as the waves swoosh in, clouds dancing in blue summer air, I hear him say, once again, I trust you. Previously published in the June 2018 issue of Quill and Parchment.
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June 2021 | Limited Magazine 5
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The Day My Dad Let Me Drive the Boat