By Kerr Pelto
The incessant crashing of waves drowned out my tormenting thoughts. I dipped one foot in the sea, then the other. I continued until its saltiness clothed me like a baptismal gown. With a sharp intake of breath, I immersed myself in its cold embrace. The water cleansed my mind and body of the gruesome sin. Washed away the guilt and shame. The murderous urge. I released the horrid memories into the rhythmic ebb and flow, willing them to drift away. Far away. Out to the darkest depths of the sea. Unretrievable.
I musn’t let it happen again. Not today. Not ever.
The tip of a very dark iceberg
Thanks for reading, David. Loved your comment.
Excellent! Ominous and cleansing at the same time!
Didi, thanks for reading. And I loved your ominous/cleansing catch. It was what I was going for.
Loved the sensual
Connection to the sea
Thanks, Janet. I’m from North Carolina so I grew up going to the beach in the summers.
Beautiful and powerful!
Thanks, Pat. I was proud of this little story. I thought it packed a lot into a few words.
A lot of dark imagery well done.
Bravo Kerr, well done! I will let the authors above prove their artistic vocabulary. (and appreciate it as well) … but me, I thought it did great justice to a spiritual moment that transcends time, space and often words. I will just say “Bravo, well done” my friend.