Leaving the boat

In response to Friday Fictioneers and the following prompt.

© Jennifer Pendergast

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.

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