Monday, June 25, 2012

This islander's #mystery

It was a lazy Wednesday evening and I set out to welcome my husband home from his day off-island.
 The ferry terminal is one of the busiest areas of Mayne Island and so I was surprised to see a lone sea otter out for a stroll. No, he wasn’t headed for the ocean. In fact, I wasn’t sure where he was going. Upon first sighting he was approximately ten feet away—maybe more. I stood right here watching him.
 Unconcerned, he crossed the road
 and made his way to the stairs of the reality estate office. Maybe he wants to buy property, I thought. But, no, he skirted the stairs. 
After scooping out a suitable spot under the building, he immediately left walking behind me—no more than two feet away. 
He seemed to say, “Sorry, no time to visit” as he hurried down the road—heading further onto the island.

Mystery:  Where was he going and why?
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laurie buchanan said...

Good questions: WHERE was he going, and WHY? Inquiring minds want to know!

Author Leanne Dyck said...

I know--me among them. If I knew I'd be pleased, relieved and I'd certainly spill. Maybe my muse knows?