Nightgale Pt 2 (of 4)

And I completely forgot to do this on Thursday night like I had wanted to. Ugh. I’m hoping to catch up with everything this weekend.

January 12th – PROMPT Immortality comes to you, you do not go to Immortality

Shelley- “Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?… No voice from sublimer world hath ever, To sage or poet these responses given – Therefore the name of God and ghosts and Heaven, Remain the records of their vain endeavour,”(Hymn To Intellectual Beauty)

She sat on the rock, watching the water come in and out. The white tipped waves crashed on the beach. The smell of the salt in the air clung to her skin, the taste on her lips. The wind blew her hair back so that it fluttered like gossamer strands on the wind. Thing fingers plucked at the dress that was soaked from the knees down.

Celia ran her fingers over the scars that ran along her thing arms. No matter how much she might hurt herself, she could never do it the right way or make the decision to do the last and final act. Maybe it was to get attention, maybe not. She never wanted the attention. She just was tired of feeling like she didn’t belong. Of being alone.

She didn’t fit in anywhere.

Perhaps it is like they said, that she was born in the wrong time, that she should have been born earlier. But then they said that as they were making fun of her. She wasn’t some weepy Victorian lady. She wasn’t pining for anything or anyone. She just wanted to feel like she fit in somewhere. The water didn’t judge her. It did the same thing every day and every night. It was eternal.

She wanted to be eternal like that but she wasn’t made out of water.

The moon glimmered on something in the water. She squinted her eyes. It was too quick and was gone before she could focus.

The water was rising up towards her as she sat on her perch, her toes in the wet substance. There was another splash that sounded, more than just the surf going in and out and she looked up. Celia chewed her lip and glanced up. The closer the sound was, the harder it was to see, even in the moonlight. The surf was rough. She felt like there was someone there.

“Hello? Is anyone out there? “

The ocean answered her with the only answer it had. She let out a breath and looked down as the water inched higher.

The face staring back at her caused her to scream and jerk her legs back. She stared, wide eyed and pulled back further, almost tumbling over, even as he smiled at her.

A long tail flicked out of the water and he held out a hand. His eyes were large and dark in the light, wet hair was slicked back from his face. He didn’t say anything other than gesture with his hands for her to come forward. His bare chest was scared and there looked to be a bite mark on his shoulder.

She glanced over her shoulder to the faint lights of the houses that sat up on the hill and the party that she left and wanted no part of before looking back to the man. His lips had started to tilt down but his face brightened when she looked back to him and slowly reached out to take his hand.

The water looked ever so inviting.

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2 Responses to “Nightgale Pt 2 (of 4)”

  1. Ooo, I liked this one–especially in the context of “immortality comes to you”. Puts the right spin on the ending to give me a warm pleasant feeling I wouldn’t mind getting more often.

    Maybe not so much born in the wrong time, but the wrong place. I like Celia’s meditative nature and how even after her merman shows up you execute the entire piece with neither time-lapse nor dialogue. The silence between the characters is powerful.

    One minor note, I’d guess her scars run along “thin” arms rather than “thing”.

    Excellent entry.

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