Short Story: The Photographer

© Johannes Evans 2019

He had seen much, in his time. He had seen a million sunsets, a hundred thousand ancient oaks, pretty women uncountible, and so much more. And, of course, he had captured each on film.

He liked boats. He always had: he loved the slight rock of one in the water, loved the glint of the sea, and the scent of the ocean. When he felt homesick — and those times were truly rare — it was that scent he longed for most of…