Inky Blue
19 August 2016
She sank into the waters which enveloped her, soothing and relaxing her tense muscles. The breath seeped easily out of her mouth as she welcomed the pitch black surroundings.
This was her ninth trial now to seep into nothingness. She yearned for that.
The mind always won though with its fight for survival.
She always resurfaced spluttering between relief and grief for not having overcome the resistance.
The moon resplendent celebrated her defeat once again. Once again it played upon the surface in the distance as she gathered her clothes she had left upon the shore.
She looked at that other spot where the moon was playing with the waves. It seemed like the perfect spot, far out into the sea though without the rock cover
Next month she thought to herself as she put her clothes slowly back on shivering despite the heat. Next month she would try again when the moon was high and the watchers were low.
To sink, to sink into that bottomless ink.
Reading of the microfiction:
Le Grand Bleu – Eric Serra
Le Grand Bleu / Huacracocha – Eric Serra
The Big Blue – A Better Place
Beautiful flow of words…loved it… 🙂
Thank you Maniparna 🙂
Welcome… 🙂
Excellent.
Thank you Mark 🙂
I. too, liked the different approach. A beautiful way of depicting the internal struggle
Thank you Derrick. I added a reading to it now. I hope you like it 🙂
I did
Thank you 🙂 I am glad you did
Nicely done!
Thank you Rajiv!
hey, this was a bit different… nice. cheers
Thank you. I like exploring different thoughts. Cheers
You are quite the talented writer. ^_^
Thank you. How kind of you to say so 🙂
I call them like I see them…or in this case read them. ^_^
Right way to do things 🙂
This was one of your best writes. So full of vivid imagery and beauty.
A pleasure to read.
Thank you Andrew 🙂
Beautiful..
Thank you Syl 🙂
You’re welcome, Geetha 😊