Ellie Sergeant
7th September
Calm- My Short Story
The azure waves lapped over my feet as I looked out to the distant horizon. I sat on the ribbon of sand between the tranquil blue sand reflecting in a serene blue sky and the placid bay. I was alone again and lost in my own thoughts of solitude. I was caught up in the nothingness that filled my heart, soul and mind. Each one is contained by the emptiness that connected to them. Picking up a nearby stone, I twiddled the cool smooth flat surface of the pewter rock idly through my fingers. I threw it expertly across the waves as it left five growing circle on the surface of the water. My hand fell behind me for support; the sand swallowed my wrist engulfing it in the grains of time. Withdrawn, I often spend days like this just to myself waiting for cures to come for people who are already dead. Looking up I saw the lavender sky collide with the fading ochre sun signifyiing the end of yet another day of waiting. The thought left a sort of ominous melancholy against my skin, leaving goosebumps and a shiver down my spine. I slowly stood up, feeling the dormant sand sinking under my weight.
Walking along the pathway up to my house I listened to the soft slow beat of my hand running along the bars of the polished black metal. Heading towards my lighthouse I felt the silky surface of the cream and scarlet cherry blossom guided by the inauspicious wind that whistled through my hair. Opening the fading cornflower blue door, cracked and scared over time, I turned on the light and made my way to the window. Watching the night siege dominance over the day once more on the ledge of self-consciousness, I was aware of the world change so drastically. It almost seemed like the stars were painted on the night by a pallet full of unknown colours, guided by the hand of a master artist or puppeteer. I sense the harmony between the sky, waves and land. The tranquillity was made by the soothing noise of the rain as each drop of water hit the ground. The rain reassures me that through it's conflict of freedom and duty; I'm just a mediocrity and that will get me through tomorrow, as well as another dirty lie. This is all a pointless fantasy, an unforgettable sense of being after cutting the feelings that I grew. One day I wish too be like the rain, with only two simple choices to make and one day be free from being the person I most despise, myself.
M m n,m,m,k,m,……..l.l/
