So strange! All my body was sweating, despite I was in the open air, sailing with my dad on a beautiful bay. The small boat swayed in the waves. All around us, it was blue. I wanted to talk with dad. But he was busy with the sail and securing the lines. The air was cold. So, why was I sweating?

-Hey dad!

-Don’t be afraid. You’ll be back soon, he said looking at me with his blue eyes and his charming smile



-And you?

-You know I can’t

-Why have you come to me?

-To tell you that when you feel lost I’ll sail your boat for you and lead you to a safe port.

-But dad, I can’t get out. I have nothing with me. No money, no phone, not even a proper clothes.

-Nothing of that matters. The only thing you need is trust me.

-Like when I was a kid?

-Just so.

-Dad, I miss you so much. Let me hug you.

I tried to stand on the small ship’s unsafe deck and approach him, but my body would not obey me. He disappeared, leaving me a clear image of his smile. I woke up, stretching my arms towards an intangible dream.

FOWC: Intangible

The featured image is a view of the bay of Kotor, where my dad comes from.

Author: Olga Brajnović

Journalist and writer. I've worked for 26 years in a newspaper in Spain. I worked for two years as a stringer and correspondent in the US and went as a special envoy to other places like the Balkans. Author of a biography. Sea lover. Avid reader. Classic Music enthusiast.

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