Darrin gazed out dreamily at the small boats bobbing in the water. He was supposed to be on vacation, but he couldn’t shake off the depressed thoughts in his mind. He hated being an accountant. He hated the gray walled-office, his cubicle in the center of the room. Why even bother with those thin desk walls when he was surrounded by people and noise and prying eyes anyways?
Darrin wanted to be a pirate. He wanted to sail the Seven Seas, buckle swashes, and say “Arrrr.” He wanted some adventure in his life. He was suddenly filled with the impetus to swim out and steal one of those boats, to just disappear forever.
Of course, he would have to ask his wife first.
*Written in response to the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers photo challenge for May 23rd.