"At long last I will meet you."
"Don’t hold back anymore. Come!"
She bade goodbye to the lashes, held onto their fingers till the edge and finally flew off to meet her lover.
All one could see from far away was a tear drop meeting the ecstatic ocean.
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Short fiction written for Shailaja at The Moving Quill.
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′
This is really facinating. I had to read it twice to grasp the concept. If I am not mistaken, you are referring to a tear drop that falls to meet the ocean and I am guessing the dialogue is between the tear and the ocean. Am I right?
ReplyDeleteI do admire the imagery in this piece. Thank you for linking up :)
Thank you Shailaja for your appreciation. Yes, the story refers to the meeting of the tear drop with the ocean and their conversation. The realization that both the ocean and the tear drop are salty fascinates me. It is like lovers who drifted apart.
DeleteCheers,
Ankush.