The party was betting its best, everyone was having fun. Looking around for
the next dance's partner, I realised someone was missing. Where was she? I
saw Olivia and Arietta dancing their heads around with everyone, but she
was not with them. Going out of the room to see if by any luck she would
just be standing there, maybe waiting for me.
As I opened the door, the strong piercing cold, and the rain, stung me in the face. The sky was grey, and the rain was pouring like an upturned sea, falling slowly on the boat. I like water, so I lingered outside for a moment, and looked around me at the storm already closing on us like a hunter surrounding his prey. My eyes slowly acquainted themselves with the darkness, master here, and were able to see something moving awkwardly at the other side of the deck. I squinted, and saw that it was tying to stand up very inefficiently. I walked towards it, with a growing interest, but still holding myself to the banister because the floor was ever so slippery. The figure suddenly toppled over the barrier, and disappeared. I heard a sound, a yelling it seemed. I approached, what was it? Who was it? I rushed forward, in an attempt to arrive before the person dropped. Because I was now sure it was someone. Who could it be at this hour? Not someone of the class, though the height did correspond to us. We were all in the room. No we weren't. She wasn't there. My heart accelerated, and I ran difficulty, still holding to the rope. I stared into the dark pit under the boat. A wave crushed at that moment, and I was soaked. Though I suppose I already was. Then I distinctly heard a cry.
"God almighty! That was a strong one. Is anybody there???? I need help, and I need it know!" I leaped to where the voice was coming from.
"Who is it?" Now she had heard me. I bended on the rope, and tried to catch her hand. They were icy. As if she had been playing, like a small child, with little ice cubes.
"Baptist? Is that you?" How did she know? I hadn't uttered a word.
"Yes it is." I pulled her up. She slowly helped herself up with her feet on the edge of the deck. She stretched on her back, letting her hands rest on her side. Her breath was becoming peaceful, and her eyes opened like waking from a dream, or a nightmare.
"Thanks." The storm slowed around, we could now distinct the stars. The rain stopped, the clouds disappeared as if sucked by an enormous vacuum cleaner. I was sitting, and looked at her from that point of view. She was pretty, especially with her dark heavy hair glued to her cheeks; she seemed to be surrendered by a sea of algae. She looked at me, her eyes at first deep, dark too, and suddenly becoming red, like an ancient fire coming back to life. She sat up, and a smile crept on her face, still glittering. Her eyes flickered, a storm rushed in them, and there was no way of stopping it. It first troubled her breathing, and her back was now and then moved by a terrific wave. She cried, and it was as if the rain was pouring again. I gently pressed her hand, and as if an invitation, her sobbing head fell on my shoulder.
**** Thinking about it, it really looks like a scene in an American movie. There is the pathetic girl crying on the gentle boy who just saved her. Usually, there is a kind of sunset in the background, but there it is already night. Too bad.
As I opened the door, the strong piercing cold, and the rain, stung me in the face. The sky was grey, and the rain was pouring like an upturned sea, falling slowly on the boat. I like water, so I lingered outside for a moment, and looked around me at the storm already closing on us like a hunter surrounding his prey. My eyes slowly acquainted themselves with the darkness, master here, and were able to see something moving awkwardly at the other side of the deck. I squinted, and saw that it was tying to stand up very inefficiently. I walked towards it, with a growing interest, but still holding myself to the banister because the floor was ever so slippery. The figure suddenly toppled over the barrier, and disappeared. I heard a sound, a yelling it seemed. I approached, what was it? Who was it? I rushed forward, in an attempt to arrive before the person dropped. Because I was now sure it was someone. Who could it be at this hour? Not someone of the class, though the height did correspond to us. We were all in the room. No we weren't. She wasn't there. My heart accelerated, and I ran difficulty, still holding to the rope. I stared into the dark pit under the boat. A wave crushed at that moment, and I was soaked. Though I suppose I already was. Then I distinctly heard a cry.
"God almighty! That was a strong one. Is anybody there???? I need help, and I need it know!" I leaped to where the voice was coming from.
"Who is it?" Now she had heard me. I bended on the rope, and tried to catch her hand. They were icy. As if she had been playing, like a small child, with little ice cubes.
"Baptist? Is that you?" How did she know? I hadn't uttered a word.
"Yes it is." I pulled her up. She slowly helped herself up with her feet on the edge of the deck. She stretched on her back, letting her hands rest on her side. Her breath was becoming peaceful, and her eyes opened like waking from a dream, or a nightmare.
"Thanks." The storm slowed around, we could now distinct the stars. The rain stopped, the clouds disappeared as if sucked by an enormous vacuum cleaner. I was sitting, and looked at her from that point of view. She was pretty, especially with her dark heavy hair glued to her cheeks; she seemed to be surrendered by a sea of algae. She looked at me, her eyes at first deep, dark too, and suddenly becoming red, like an ancient fire coming back to life. She sat up, and a smile crept on her face, still glittering. Her eyes flickered, a storm rushed in them, and there was no way of stopping it. It first troubled her breathing, and her back was now and then moved by a terrific wave. She cried, and it was as if the rain was pouring again. I gently pressed her hand, and as if an invitation, her sobbing head fell on my shoulder.
**** Thinking about it, it really looks like a scene in an American movie. There is the pathetic girl crying on the gentle boy who just saved her. Usually, there is a kind of sunset in the background, but there it is already night. Too bad.