Saturday, September 9, 2017

1136. Ghost ship

They’re bringing up the wreckage of my great grandfather’s ship.
They found it two weeks ago, bouncing sonar at the bottom of the Great Lake; two years it must have taken to search those grids of theirs. 
A DNA test, they said, from my father or me, would sort my great grandfather from the other bones they found.
We could keep his bones, they said, and do what we would with them.