Have you heard what happened to Sombo under the starlit sky?
Tiny, smooth ripples at the edge of a large, starlit lake…slender fingers of tall green grass swayed gently back and forth…miniature minnows made swirls and darted away…
A rowboat moored to a rickety, pine dock bumped its bow against the post with the bow line around it.
Sombo walked slowly and gingerly across every other plank of the dock to avoid squeaks. Fortunately there was a foggy dampness in the air, and that seemed to help keep things quiet. He knew any noise could wake the neighbors’ English Spaniel and the jig, as they say, would be up.
Four more steps…and…
one leg over the side of the boat. Crunch. There were some cottonwood leaves in between the oar and the seat. Wouldn’t you know his foot would have to land right on them. Sombo’s eyes flashed to the neighbor’s back yard. Good. No movement…and no barking. With a little luck he was in the clear. So he hoisted his other leg into the boat and carefully placed his feet in front of the seat.
He had to kneel with one knee on the seat and stretch his right hand to lift the rope off the dock post. It slipped off without a hitch. Gently he laid it down in the bow seat and turned around and sat down. With his left hand he pushed ever so quietly on the dock and waited till the rowboat had drifted about six to eight feet into the lake. Sombo then grabbed the handles of the oars, raised them from inside the boat, and almost whispered them into the water.
A gentle tug on the left oar swirled him around nicely…
…to face the shore and row backwards. He was really glad he’d been lifting weights all summer. The added strength in his arms made the rowing feel like a knife through soft butter. In no time at all the boat was in the middle of the lake. The water was smooth and glassy, and it looked like a second starlit sky.
The sparkling dust of a shooting star faded across the horizon, and Sombo knew this would be the perfect spot. He reached inside his favorite fishing jacket he’d gotten for his birthday three years ago. Unsnapping the inside pocket he pulled out…
To find out what Sombo pulled out of his pocket and what happened next, GET THE BOOK.
Sombo And The Starlit Sky
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