This week we are taking a small break from "How to get by in the Galaxy" for a bit of Flash Fiction. In a style I have never really tried before. (Present Tense Writing) It might work, might not, but that's kinda the point. A place for me to try new styles and find out what I like and what I don't. Enjoy.
The Ocean and I
By Jamie Burns
I had said it so many times. As a way to bring humor to a real fear that plagued me. People would always laugh and ask “Is it?” I guess I always really did feel like the answer was, Yes. The Ocean was out to get me.
That’s what I would say. “The Ocean is out to get me.”
“Yes, it wants me for it’s own.”
I would just smile and laugh, they would laugh and chalk it up to another one of the silly things I say.
Now as I panic inside this sinking ship it was less funny. I’m not sure what made me agree to get on this ship in the first place. Ever since the situation has turned for the worst I was starting to forget things. Why I was there in the first place, what we were doing there, who we were traveling with, it was all becoming more muddled in my head as the water on the ship rose.
As unhappy as I am with the situation I find a twisted satisfaction in being right about the Ocean and it’s intentions for me. If I was going to be dead at least I was going to be right. It’s important to remember these things at times like this.
As we try to make it to the upper decks of the ship I can see my companion bounding up the stairs in front of me. The stairwell is square with steps lining all four walls, ever going up and up. When the ship wasn't filling with water you could look over the side of the railing and see all the way down to the bottom decks. There must be people waiting for us at the top of this never ending stairwell. Who those people might be is gone from my mind. The only thing I can focus on besides trying to stay in step right behind my companion is the raising water. It gets faster as we do and it is now just two steps behind me.
My lungs are starting to burn from the pace, but I can’t slow down. I feel the water lap against my shoe as it takes me too long to pull it up from the step behind. I look ahead to see that I’m falling behind now. In an effort to pull myself back to the pace of my companion I reach out to grasp the railing.
I’m not sure what happened next. My best guess is that I must have just slipped. For a brief moment I feel a lurch in my stomach, I see my hands reach out to try and grasp at anything. Its so fast that I barely have time to call out, my companion turns back toward me but I have already hit the water.
It’s not as cold as I expected. Infact its pretty warm, the water wraps around me, my face drops just below the surface. Through the wave of dancing water I see my companion, his face filled with concern. Before either of us have time to react I feel something I never expected and could never have imagined.
The cold icy grip of two large hands reaches up from the depths of the Ocean, grabs me at the hips, wraps it’s arms around my waist and pulled me down. The sound of the water rushing around fills my head. My companion's face is filled with a mix of confusion and horror. Because as I am pulled down the water recedes, as if the Ocean was satisfied now with just me in its grasp. I am pulled down into the dark, the water lowers rapidly back down the steps leaving my companion on his still dry step, the water quickly far below his feet.
The humor of my statement still lingered in my mind. The Ocean truly was out to get me, and now it had.
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