Sirens sing. Should I heed the law of their lure? Steer my craft aground? Their beauty by watery reflection, shimmering, coming ever clearer as the distance ‘tween us diminishes. Nearer, their call—pervading, consuming—as the mating cry of the blue whale.
Closer now, filling my horizon. Every raindrop holds their light; all air holds their song. I can’t hold my line. Others cede to their appeal and change course.
With a sense of urgency that overwhelms, I obey too.
I’m marooned, waiting for what will pass. Two wheels on the kerb, while police sirens—whooping, wailing, and blue—scream by.
Great imagery – loved this.
Love this story!
I had to read this one twice. I enjoyed it both times.
Good closure. Well done.
Clever and concise, nice swing of the tail at the end. *nods* Well done that man. *smiles*
Nice surprise ending and very well written. Really liked this one!
Thank you guys, so glad it’s been well received and I appreciate the kind comments. T’was quite a mission (surgical) making the word count, feels worth it now. 🙂
Nice one Muz, loved the language & the whale’s mating cry: oy oy oy. 🙂