In response to Friday Fictioneers and the following prompt.
Leaving the Boat (100 words)
The boat belonged to my father. It is my inheritance as the oldest son. It is my empowerment, my calling. I smell the stench of fish, my livelihood.
As a Jew I had, of course, gone to Temple School. Only the best of the best got to study further. The best of those studied to become Rabbis. Then they hoped to be called to follow a leading Rabbi. I was not the best of the best. That’s why I am a fisherman.
Here comes that new Rabbi, walking along the shore.
“Follow me,” he says, and changes my life forever.