Uncle Charlie was a navigator, but the maps locked in his office weren’t just charts to his next destination. The Caribbean was his backyard. He knew every island by name and coordinate. When my uncle died, my cousins and I entered the secret world of his office. My cousins sorted through trinkets and treasures while I perused his maps. A pattern emerged and I, rather inelegantly, announced “I knew your father was a pirate! Each map charts the direction to an island followed by a detailed map of that island. All have an ‘x’ that marks the spot, so to speak. Look there — you can see a very small patch of dark blue, framed by a little branch, pinned up by a naughty star. A variation of that star is on every map.” My cousins guffawed and handed me the maps. Tomorrow I sail!
dVerse Prosery: Rimbaud’s Naughty Star, hosted by Kim. Kim prompts us to incorporate the lines: “There you can see a very small patch Of dark blue, framed by a little branch, Pinned up by a naughty star” from Rimbaud’s poem “Novel”.
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I enjoyed your naughty maps, Jennifer, and Uncle Charlie sounds like a character and an interesting man. What a treat it would be to search through the secret world of his office. A fun read!
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Thank you, Kim! 😊
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My pleasure, Jennifer!
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Wll this made me smile! And off sailing he’ll go to find those spots and the booty they hide! 🙂
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Thank you, Lillian! 😊
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The secret world of his office ~~ a great descriptive! Fascinating prose, I would gladly work crew.
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Thank you, Helen! 😊
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Maybe there is gold to be found… good take.
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Thank you, Björn! 😊
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a lovely story Jennifer! ❤
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Thank you, Carol Anne! 😊
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