And that was my day yesterday. I also wrote a short story, which I am now going to share with you.
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Aimee --
She stood on the empty shore, the ocean splashing around her ankles. The water was rough today; the sky was overcast and moody looking. The water moved in rough waves. She had to stand side-on to the ocean in order to keep her feet as the waves swirled around her, threatening to knock her down and sweep her out into the deeps. But with each wave that swept past her, crawling its way up the shore as far as it could before failing and being drawn back into the sea, her resolve wavered. Would being swept away really be such a bad thing?
She could retrace the path as easily as though it were mapped out before her, the path that had led her to this moment. Her mind wandered, lingering on every memory that led to today: The wedding the year before; the accident; the funeral; the tears. She could see each memory vividly in her mind’s eye, as though they were pictures playing out before her on the great screen that was the overcast sky.
As she stood on the empty shore, reminiscing about the past year, the water continued its rough back and forth motion across the sand, hissing and roaring like a living beast. She could hear nothing above the noise, nothing over the pounding of her heart.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the clouds, lighting up the world in a blinding light for a split second before fading away. Seconds later the thunder sounded, low, and rumbling from a distance. The wind picked up, whirling furiously around her, adding to the din. Her hair whipped about her face; the ocean’s movements became wilder and wilder with each passing moment.
She could almost hear, in the deep moaning of the wind, his voice. A single tear slowly traveled down her cheek, tracing a path across the flawless skin. She hated to hear his voice again, for she knew it was only in her imagination.
He was never coming back.
She stood on the empty shore, the ocean splashing around her knees. The water was rough today. With every wave, it drew her inevitably deeper and deeper into the water, threatening to pull her into the depths.
But would that really be such a bad thing?
She could retrace the path as easily as though it were mapped out before her, the path that had led her to this moment. Her mind wandered, lingering on every memory that led to today: The wedding the year before; the accident; the funeral; the tears. She could see each memory vividly in her mind’s eye, as though they were pictures playing out before her on the great screen that was the overcast sky.
As she stood on the empty shore, reminiscing about the past year, the water continued its rough back and forth motion across the sand, hissing and roaring like a living beast. She could hear nothing above the noise, nothing over the pounding of her heart.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the clouds, lighting up the world in a blinding light for a split second before fading away. Seconds later the thunder sounded, low, and rumbling from a distance. The wind picked up, whirling furiously around her, adding to the din. Her hair whipped about her face; the ocean’s movements became wilder and wilder with each passing moment.
She could almost hear, in the deep moaning of the wind, his voice. A single tear slowly traveled down her cheek, tracing a path across the flawless skin. She hated to hear his voice again, for she knew it was only in her imagination.
He was never coming back.
She stood on the empty shore, the ocean splashing around her knees. The water was rough today. With every wave, it drew her inevitably deeper and deeper into the water, threatening to pull her into the depths.
But would that really be such a bad thing?
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