Contemplation

An audible hush filled with indistinctive sounds of nature surrounded her. The sky was windless and gulls flitted across aimlessly. Waves broke against the shore. Far in the distance, men on fishing boats were busy casting nets on the surging tides, praying for a good catch. Anchored vessels swayed from side to side as the waters ripple on the surface.

Sitting on the squishy wet sand, taking in the view of the boundless sea before, she was lost in her thoughts. The impregnable state of her mind conjured vivid images comparing the vastness of the ocean with the fleeting impermanence of human endeavors. Waves came and effortlessly erased every trace of mortal footprints dug in the sand. Reinstating that our pride and desires are vain; accomplishments are short-lived.

“There you are. And I was looking for you everywhere. What now? The sea has made you pensive again?”

“Come, sit with me.” She answered, without looking.

“Nope. Don’t have the patience, sistah. Besides, my phone just died. Let’s head back to the resort. Grilled lobsters will be served for dinner.”

Feigning irritation at her sister’s childlike enthusiasm, she unwillingly stood up.

Together, they strode back to the daily humdrum of life.

 

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner

Photo: MorgueFile May 2018 1365256807kyjpp

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2 thoughts on “Contemplation

  1. “Waves came and effortlessly erased every trace of mortal footprints dug in the sand.” I loved many of teh sentences… such depth. But this one was the best! Thanks for participating in this week’s challenge.

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