Tuesday Night Kayak Race fiction
It was Tuesday evening in Deep Cove. It was cloudy and misty but not raining. Paul Tulley strode past Wickenden Park towards the boathouse. He was carrying his carbon wing paddle, red lifejacket, towel, and stainless steel BPA-free water bottle. He was again going to participate in the Tuesday night kayak race. His wife , Anne-Marie, was off doing Tai Chi. As he left that evening she had requested he win a red water bottle at the end-of-race raffle. “It will match my new gym bag,” she had teased in her affable Cape Breton accent. In the park two dogs chased after a bouncing yellow tennis ball that their owner had flung. A young couple walked toward a park bench holding hands , oblivious to the dogs and procession of kayaks and kayakers. At the boathouse Paul gazed at the posted race route. The course was from Deep Cove, along the western shore of Indian Arm to Grey Rocks, from Grey Rocks to Hamber Island via the mid-chann