Another Sinking Ship

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
a short story that alludes to the sinking of the Titanic through the perspective of a young women trying to figure out if she's made the right decision regarding her love life

Submitted: June 07, 2017

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It was so quiet, you could drop a pin and hear the exact moment it touched the ground. The sound of my breathing echoed through the room as thoughts jumped around inside of my head. I kept replaying the same memory and words, the ones that had been keeping me up all night, pondering whether or not I’d made the right decision.

 

Earlier that night, under the light of the gold-coloured chandelier, my boyfriend of two years proposed.

“Dawson, you know that I’m not ready for marriage!” I exclaimed, smoothing the wrinkles in my evening gown. The dining room was buzzing with chatter, so no one seemed too bothered by the ordeal that I was embarking on.

“Aspen, my dear, at least say you’ll think about it?” He smiled and took my hand. I sighed, nodding ever so slightly. He was most definitely a charmer, the kind that could persuade you with nothing more than a grin and a “please?”.

 

Even after all this time, I still get that butterfly feeling in my stomach when he’s near. But will that be enough?

 

Suddenly there’s a bang, and the ship sways from side to side. The silence fades out and is replaced by the panicked squeals of the other passengers. Cold air blows through my open window, sending a shiver up my spine. Sirens begin to wail, and a crew member, dressed in slacks and a sweater, his name tag hanging by a few threads, rushes through the doorway.

“Ma’am, we’re going to need you to put on a life jacket and head to the top of the ship. There is no time to grab your things, be safe.” He says with a certain anxiousness to his voice, hurrying to the next room with a nod in my direction.

 

The top deck was filled to capacity with people of all ages. Mothers frantically gathered their families into small circles, the children shouting “but mama, why are we up here?!”. Everyone looked so different in their sleepwear, wearing exhaustion like a hat. People were shouting the names of their loved ones in an attempt to be reunited in this time of fright and stress. No one would answer anybody’s questions, instead hoisting the life rafts to the railings, yelling for women and children to get into them first. We all filed as calmly as we could into the small boats, brisk ocean air working to everyone’s disadvantage.

“Aspen! Aspen Sanders!” I hear being called in the same voice I’ve heard so often, though tonight it sounds different than I’m used to. There is an edge to his voice I don’t recognize, as there has never been a time where Dawson was not one hundred percent sure of everything he does and says.

He spots me just as I step into the boat, his expression mixed terror and relief. The man in charge of the boat stops him before he can get in it, so I sit at the very edge in close enough proximity to hear what he says.

“The great unsinkable Titanic. I guess they should have checked before bestowing such a title upon a piece of metal, of all things.” Dawson says with that same boyish grin. I laugh a little before catching myself. This is not a time for jokes, Aspen, what are you thinking? I tell myself. But realistically, the only thing running through my head was that I should’ve said yes.

“I’ll see you on shore, Aspen.” He promises. I believe him, I really do. So when the coroner gives me the news that absolutely broke everything I was a week later, I shriveled up into a shell of a person. There was nothing left inside of me. He was everything.


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