Image: Ted Strutz.
The lineup for the vehicular ferry was long.
In the car, there was a sense of expectation. It was Grandad’s 90th birthday, and we were excited to see him.
He lived out on the island, and the only access was the ferry. He’d been a fisherman all his life and had long dreamed of retiring to the island to relax and forget about the world which he saw as nothing but a whole bunch of trouble.
Once the traffic line started moving it wasn’t long before we found ourselves driving onto the ferry, the last one onboard.
I liked to get out of the car and watch the island coming closer, thinking Grandad would be there on the jetty expecting us.
As the ferry neared the island I could see him, a tall man, bushy beard and gum boots, he always wore gum boots, standing looking to see who was coming to visit him today.
“Happy birthday Grandad,” I said throwing my arms around him.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2018/08/13/fffaw-challenge-178th/
Morpethroad 
Heartwarming story😀👏
Thanks Shivangi
Great story
Thanks so much Bill
Nice reunion on birthday.
Thanks so much
Lovely story – I want to live on that island too…
Nice. Lucky Grandad.
He is, isn’t he? Thanks Di.
A heart touching story, Michael. I hope I am that healthy at 90 years of age.
Don’t we all Joy…some people seem to be lucky in that way.
I have a friend that is 96 years old and isn’t on any kind of medication. Wow, that is pretty darn amazing!
That is amazing says he just having downed a handful of meds to start his day.
Hahahaha!
Me too!
A great use of the photo…You had me thinking about families today, all living in different locations.
Thanks Michael, families living all over the country seems to be the norm for many families.