bloodbath :: sweet and sour :: unplanned :: soprano :: on top
Strange story I wrote today. To be fair, I’ve used none of the prompts. Unless you can say I’ve used unplanned, because that was unplanned.
The push and pull of water at the boat dragged her deeper into a dream of snow that had fallen so thick it lapped at her doorway. She stood and did not feel the cold, it stroked her toes like a cat, thick white fur ruffling. The car’s dark windows made them elegant in the white floored carpark, restful even. She knew someone was arriving but not who, and she was waiting for them framed by the door that suddenly gave her a push so that she tottered into the snow.
At one point in the ocean around the boat the surface broke. Bubbles struck the waterline and burst. The girl slept on as a sleek nose pointed skywards, two large nostrils gaping and sucking at the air with energy, with reliance. The snout that followed was broad and long, leading to the twin dark patches where the eyes dwelt. A low sound issued, vibrating the waves and disrupting their ancient pattern. She stirred and woke to the hum that resounded, nothing in sight, not a bird, not a cloud interrupting the sky’s light blue length. Sweet as meadow flowers. She has never seen so much blue before.
- WWin#21: The Mary Rose (beccaaudra.wordpress.com)