Days passed with no word or sign of his whereabouts.
They came with flowers and wreaths throwing them out upon the waves.
A little boy holding his mother’s hand carried his small clipper pushing it out from shore.
“Henry, that is your favorite boat. Are you sure you want to… do this?” his mother asked.
“Yes, mama. It is for Mr. Ingram. He needs a new boat.”
“But, Henry, it is…,” then stopped herself. He was only four. He wouldn’t understand.
Henry looked up at her, “Mama, you told me to ‘believe for the impossible.'”
She nodded. “Yes, Henry, I did.”
Joyce E. Johnson (2014)
Footnotes: This is Part two of a three part story. Part 3 (the conclusion) will be posted in a few days. You can find Part 1 of this story under short story/flash fiction posts, Lost at Sea.