By B. K. Bolen
The waves continue to wash ashore. I see them crashing against a sea-side rocky cliff, splashing white foam. Now, they’re nearing. Mist-like droplets strike me, peeling away the harsh sunray’s damage before receding. Looking up, I see seagulls flying in an indigo sky. I hear them talking. But I don’t understand their melodic cadences. In the evening, pinkish crabs nibble at my feet, looking for sustenance. The waves come again. I feel small fish tickle my sides.
The ocean announces, “It’s time.”
As I wait, one final wave engulfs me. I begin to disintegrate into nothingness, one grain at a time.
The undersea kingdom awaits. Awesome. A luscious sky and seascape.
Wow – surprise ending for me – loved it!
A great way to go
This felt really gentle. I love it. Thank you.
Brian, this story has such emotion to it. Many of your decriptors have a sensual feel about them even though the surf can be harsh at times it also has a soft delicate way about it. You have come up with yet another wonderful story.