A Sailor’s Resolve

Moonlight sparkled the bay.

Hoyt announced, “I can’t race tomorrow. Gotta cracked hull.”

Skipper cracked a beer. “Tank’s crew is strong.”

Hoyt froze. He swigged as a video game chirped. Tank had just married his ex. Diamond big as a beer nut. Hoyt began to brainstorm.

“I got an idea.”

Cesca Janece Waterfield is the author of three poetry collections and a forthcoming memoir. cescawaterfield.wordpress.com