A short story, Freshman Comp Class

The Old Fisherman Decades had gone by since I had seen him last. After I graduated college I moved to another part of the country to start what I believed to be a life of luxury. Of course, time had weathered me a bit, worn down some of my resolve and youthful belly (having since swollen nice and round.) I had already begun my retirement and was heading home, that is my real home, for …

…was a final realization that times had really changed and hit closer to home. We finished lunch, casually cleaned up our table for the bus boy to have an easier day, and headed out the door. I started heading towards my car, thinking that John was close behind. When I unlocked my car doors, I turned and saw that John had in fact gotten back on his boat. He waived at me and yelled "Goodbye!"