40

He was walking along the beach that morning. The sun has yet to rise from the cold and rugged depth of the sea thus the sky was as dark as a pearl. The only light visible was that of the fishing boat far at sea, forever doomed to inadequacy and that small cottage in the distance where the lady waited years and years for her love to return.

This is it, he thought. This has got to be that morning. With a fistful of confidence and eyes sparkling with wisdom he stopped walking. With feet firmly on the wet and sandy ground, his eyes were fixed staring at the sea.

So... are you sure about this, asked the sea. You look worried, you ought to go back to bed young lad. Don't believe too much in your dreams. You know what dreams are. Dreams.

No, you've fooled me once good sir. I've learnt my lesson. I know what I want. I just need to get it.

So be it.

Swiftly the young lad unbuttoned his coat and threw it aside on the wet sands. His slid his hand into the pocket of his pants and produced a dagger, sheathed yet ready as ever.

This shall be your downfall.

Immediately he unsheathed the blade and ran towards the bone chilling wave, jumping as it rushes in to embrace him. He landed true onto the cold morning water and with a bloodthirsty scream he stabbed the sea.

This is for love.

Stab.

This is for mercy.

Stab.

This is for chance.

Stab.

This is for empathy.

Stab.

The sea shrieked and rumbled as the flurry strikes. The splashed water rises up to touch the sky, coming down colder still. This cannot be. This is not how it ends. But what could a body of water do to stop a youthful of fury? Perhaps this is what fate is. Surely all my deeds all these years will not go unpunished. Oh merciful god in heaven, in your hands I lay my soul. Be kind to me for I am sorry.

So it was done. With a long whimpering sigh, the sea died. That is, of course, the fate that awaits those who betray, those who do evil, those who don't feel love.

As the death moan of the sea faded with the blowing breeze, the sun finally made its way up to chase away the night. In a glorious moment its ray embraced the lineless horizon, spilling golden light to greet the world. Far away in the distance the cockerels were politely asking people to wake up.

Wake up people, wake up.

It's a new day. It's a good day.

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Published:
Thursday, July 02, 2009
by amerhadiazmi