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6/642 days of storytelling:
He let go of the daisy he held in his hand. Its long stem hit the ground where a footprint was left behind in the sand. A place where daisies would shrivel up from the sun beating it against the hot sand or from the salty spray of the sea.
She was like drinking a glass of ocean water, polluted and overwhelmingly salty. That kind of water was no good for him, He couldn’t survive from salted water. He was Better off drinking tap.
He knew this from the moment he met her, but wanted her to be something he could filter. he carried that idea with him, like a scuba diver’s air tank, always there, heavy, and attached. Without her, he couldn’t breathe. He became attached.
She was the ocean, intangible with bare hands. He could be surrounded by her presence, but he could never grasp her. At any given moment, the current would take her away. He figured that by being a strong swimmer, and could swim against the tide to be with her.
Davy was sinking, and he didn’t even realize it. she remained like the ocean. She kept moving along with the tide never staying in one place.
Davy found himself so attached, he couldn’t see life without her. as she swam with the fish he imagined her with sharks. His mind was consumed by thoughts of her.
He found her gorgeous in the way that most things were gorgeous, for their elusiveness. She wasn’t good at anything other than being herself, a swimmer that went with the current, and he loved her for it.
He on the other hand was a carpenter. A man of land, a man with stability with tough hands and an artistic eye for detail. He could build a boat to help them float together. Or a house that they could live in. Davy was the type of guy that every girl wanted, but he didn’t care for the other pretty fish that swam by in waves. The ones that went against the current just to be in his presence. Davy only wanted her, and everyone wanted her. And she wanted everyone.
Davy was gorgeous in the subtle way that shy men were gorgeous. He had hair that every girl loved, the type she could run her fingers through. Eyes that saw beauty in everything he looked at. Plump lips that only spoke words of kindness. His very core radiated compassion, and she radiated a storm.
She was the type of girl who wanted everything, to walk on land and underwater. So she did.
She told him she was a woman of the sea, that they could never be together. He said he would go to the depths of the ocean for her. She took his word for him and tied an anchor to his legs telling him she would meet him at the bottom where they could finally be together. She kissed him hard, and let him fall into the depths of the dark ocean. Once he realized what was happening his heart failed from the heartache, even before his lungs filled with water and collapsed. She was the ocean he drowned in. and he spent eternity ready to swim up out of the depths to haunt her, and punish her for what she had done to him. But He became a part of the ocean, a part of life down at the bottom.
Until one day, decades later, he saw her. In all of her beauty swimming gracefully. Mesmerized by her presence, Davy forgave her. He wished to follow her.
The next morning he grew fins. She passed again, this time going another way. He remembered his pain, and let himself be unnoticed by her. After there was no sign of her, he swam up toward the glittering sun that reflected all the way to the ocean floor.
Little did he know she was looking for him.
5/642 Days of storytelling “It’s not about love, ” Jacqueline said. “It’s never about love” Stacee chimed in. “It’s about convenience,” Marc, Stacee’s husband, said. “You can’t tell them that,” said Jacqueline’s new husband, Jay, as he interrupted the conversation. “Can’t tell us what?” Jacqueline […]
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