Today we return to the Random Book prompt. Take the first line from any book, chosen as randomly as you wish, and use it as your opening line before taking things in a direction of your choosing. Credit goes where it is due, as always.
I have yet to read the book I borrowed my line from, but I plan on getting to it soon.
Once again I am caught up on comments. Perhaps one day I will get back to replying to them every day, like I used to do.
You know, back before I became a father.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
It was only a duck pond, out at the back of the farm. Not very large, not many ducks, but I loved it all the same. A sense of belonging would come over me every time I sat on its shore, my back resting against the cool bark of the weeping willow.
Time seemed to slow down while I stared into the still water, contemplating whatever happened to be troubling me at the time. And something was always troubling me. Sometimes the answer would come to me while the sun paused in its journey toward the horizon, sometimes it did not.
No matter to me. Just being there was often help enough.
But of course time did not change its pace for little old me. Angry shouts from the kitchen would eventually draw me back to the house for lunch, or dinner, or even bedtime. Mumbled apologies were never acknowledged, though I harbored no resentment over that.
It's not like I meant any of them. They were just part of the routine and I never failed to play my part.
My very last day on the farm was spent by that pond, from sunrise to sunset. I planned ahead, packing enough food to ensure that my family would leave me be. When I'd left the house in the burgeoning light of morning I'd promised to be back before night overtook our land.
And I'd honestly intended to do just that. Truly.
Sometimes, however, life-changing adventures arrive at the most inopportune moments...