“Silence”, a boat rests cradled in the night, the soft waves lapping at its sides. “Creak”, a faint sound, but heard, still. “Puk” the old row boat rocks slowly in the dark sea. “Creeeak”, the old fisherwoman adjusts in her seat leaning forward as she takes a long stroke of the paddle. “Splash”, the fisherwoman looks up, squinting into the black night. “Puk, Puk, Puk”, the rowboat turns as the wind picks up. The fisherwoman reaches down into her pocket. “Flick”, the cigarette is held lightly between her two fingers as the lighter comes closer. “THUMP”, the boat lifts up and tilts down. The cigarette falls into the purple waves. “bump”, what was that? “Bump”, the fisherwoman holds her lantern over the edge. A cold sweat freezes over the woman as a dark figure flashes underneath her. “Gasp” the woman sits back down and begins rowing through the deep waters. “BUMP” “BUMP” “CREEEAAKK” “SCREAM” “SPLASH” …Silence
“Krsshh”, Radio static, loud and irritating. “Click”, The news channel turns on in a busy café. “… in other news, two Scuba divers found a Rowboat miles off the coast. Local authorities advise residents and visitors to avoid water based activities outside of designated waters…”, Silence.
“I’m leaving” Andrea’s keys scrape the counter and clink together as Tia grabs them and heads for the door. “You are not leaving me!” Andrea’s voice darkens - a familiar tone - Tia is unbothered. The screen door creaked loudly and slams shut in Andrea’s face. Gravel crunches underneath Tia as she runs to the car parked out front. BANG! BANG! BANG! Andrea is at the passenger window pounding on the glass as Tia backs out of the drive way. “Tia listen to me!” Andrea’s voice breaks, a panic rushes over her. Losing her husband was one thing but losing her daughter? “Tia, get out of this car, what do you think your doing?” The gray fog settles around the house as the lights disappear down the road. As the sky darkens to a black veil Andrea sits knowing her life will never be the same.
How can I go on? Her mind like shards of diamond have punctured my soul. The stains of blood remain as a reminder of my sin. I want to stand in her garden, I’ll water the flowers that bloom eternally. She is forever and I am the day . Her eyes like glittering gold push me to the edge, I think I can’t go on. I sob at the thought of her. She is the sun and I am merely the sunflower that waits. She is like the moon in her magnificence and I am just the girl who looks out every night to search for her meaning. If I could have you, in the way a girl and a boy can have each other I would suffer hell and back to reach you. How can I go on?
