the baptism

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Romance
flash fiction

Submitted: March 02, 2017

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The Baptism

 

I should call Mel.

How long has it been anyway?

Days blend with my heartbeats the only measure of time.

Funny that I don't give a fuck how I look as I walk among strangers, shoeless, my hair and skin at liberty to sun and surf.

My breasts sway under the cheap cotton dress, its flimsy texture ghostlike as it swells and folds like the beach umbrellas dotting the shoreline.

I look down at my toes as they sink from my weight under the sand. I have never felt lighter. My feet eventually disappear fully as the water reaches my ankles and I struggle to stand straight. I panic wondering if I am stuck but the tide retreats, and I pull myself out, one foot at a time.

I open my palms toward the sky. They are sticky with ice cream and the sand caught in the creases. I turn them over and stretch my bare fingers as wide as possible.

I dip my hands into the cool water to cleanse them and remind myself to call Mel.


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