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WHITE FLAG

Thom Lane

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White Flag

Thom Lane

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White Flag

Some days, I can almost feel too lucky to live. What have I ever done, to deserve

this? the words might as well be painted in great white sky-letters above my head, like

clouds that follow me around and never rain on me.

This particular day there were no clouds, no hint of a cloud: only a heat-haze to

smudge the pale sky, deep shadows from the trees that bordered the canal. And me on

deck, perched on the stern rail with a rod in my hands and nothing in my head,

watching the slow drift of the water, utterly content. Best job in the world, bar none…

Occasional people passed by on the towpathan elderly man whose moustache

was bigger than his dog, two middle-aged women with baguettes and leafy greens

thrusting out of their shopping bags, a whistling boy on a bicycle. They only

underscored the privacy, the freedom of my solitary state. They had homes, families,

possessions, schedules: everything that fixes a person, everything that ties them down.

Me, I was just passing through, alone and unencumbered. Best life in the world, bar

none…

It was late afternoon, late summer, and I had two weeks of this to come. No

troubles, no hurry: just a slow cruise, a few photos, an article to write up at the end of it.

Perfect.

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