It Shattered

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 09, 2017

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It Shattered!

I love the moon, especially when it is full and round and so large I can almost make out some of the details on it’s surface. Sometimes it looks yellow, kind of warm; but it is when it looks starkly silver, that is when I find it attracts me most.

Why it exerts such a strong pull on me I’ve never been able to understand, but when that circular silvery disc is up in the sky I feel a need. This need is to go out, stare at it. If I could, I would leave the ground and head straight there. But I am Earthbound, stuck on land. Stupidly the thought remains.

I don’t often go away but the opportunity presented itself. My sister’s brother-in-law owns a lake-side cabin. Would I like to stay there for a weekend? I could take company or go alone, she said, although she knew that there was no one I would take. It would mean half a day driving for a couple of nights away. I thought about it, but it only took minutes for me to accept.

The directions were written on a piece of paper and seemed clear, easy enough to follow. I packed up a bag of rations, a bag of clothes and threw them into the boot of my car. It was a bit of a wreck, like me, and had seen better days, but it was fundamentally sound. I could trust it to get me to the cabin and back.

Out in the wilds it was all to easy to not notice the junctions, miscount the turnings. We crawled along, my car and I. Luckily there was no other traffic or I would have had to move faster and almost certainly missed the right track. But here I am, key in hand, more than ready for a bit of solitude.

It wasn’t big inside, just three small rooms, and was very sparsely furnished. For more than three people it would have been cramped, but for me, on my own, it was perfect. I spent a while arranging the few items I’d brought with me then made my way outside for a look around.

There was a woods to the rear, trees thickly bunched together. It must have been an old woods, long established, because the trees were massive. I wouldn’t be going there, not this time. It was the lake that I was more interested in.

It was huge. I couldn’t even see clearly all the way to the other side. I looked at the water, thinking how deep it might be. There was no way for me to find out – not really. I could not see the bottom of the lake but that did not necessarily mean it wasn’t shallow. On the other hand, some of these lakes are so deep no one has actually been able to measure quite how far down they go. This, I decided, was a deep one!

I was tired from the drive and it was damp, cloudy. I made myself a meal and curled up with a good book. Solitude was what I had come for, after all.

I don’t know how long I slept but the sun was high in the sky when I opened my eyes. A shame to waste my time here, but a long refreshing sleep was not really a waste. I wrapped myself up warmly and made my way outside. There was a landing stage to the left of the house, with a little rowing boat moored to it. Should I take it out? I’d never been out on a lake on my own but it couldn’t be too hard.

No, better not. At least for now. I’d settle for walking around it, startling the wildlife and the birds as I went. The sun was breaking through the mist now, warming the air enough for me to remove my jacket as I carried on my trek. When I returned, I decided to eat outside and make the most of the atmosphere.

As the sun set I made myself back inside. I was tempted to light a fire but in the end settled on wrapping myself up in a blanket. It felt somehow more comforting. My book was calling to me, to carry on with the story and for a while I lost myself in it’s pages.

It wasn’t holding my attention though, not like it had the night before. It wasn’t the fault of the book, but of me. I felt unsettled. I got up, walked around, moved a few things here and there....I even tried making a cup of cocoa. Nothing seemed to work; I just felt too tense.

And then I saw it, the most likely cause for my agitation. The moon shone silver in the blackness of the sky, so much brighter here in the solitude of this almost abandoned country-side. I pulled on my coat, my boots, and made my way outside.

It was enormous, the lunar landscape so clear to see. Coldly light, almost platinum in appearance, I stood staring, hardly daring to breathe. If I had thought it beautiful before, this was positively spell-binding. Somewhere in the sky a bird or a bat flitted across and I felt jealous that it could get so much nearer than I could.

How long did I stand out there before I noticed the reflection. The surface of the lake was so still, it was an almost perfect reproduction. There was a way then that I could reach the moon.

I fumbled with the rope, almost toppled the boat when I stepped inside. I took the oars and tried to get my arms to work together, stroking the oars as gently as I could so as not to cause too many ripples. I’m a hopeless rower, it seems. I don’t seem to have much clue as to how to get myself to where I want to go. After drifting more or less around the edge of the lake I finally seem to make a breakthrough and I’m getting nearer to that silver disc.

Keep it gentle, I tell myself, but I can see the ripples that I am creating starting to distort the moon’s reflection. No! Perhaps if I ditch the oars I’ll be able to paddle more gently using my hands.

Almost there now, I lean over the edge in eagerness to get that bit closer. Damn it, the boat itself is causing it to distort, to break up. I need to get closer but too far I lean, I lose my balance and make the boat tip. I splash into the water and my silver moon – it shattered.

My horror of the consequences made me oblivious to the horror of my circumstances. The water was freezing, it swallowed me up before I managed to make it spit me out again. Where is the boat? The moon, betrayed no doubt by my destruction has hidden behind a cloud and there is barely any light left to see by. I could shout but there is no one around, not for miles. I could swim but already my sogging clothes are weighing me down.

Underwater for a second again, I come up spluttering for air. The cloud has moved and I am there in the moon’s reflection. With each movement I make, I cause it to shatter once more and for what – I have no chance of making it out of the lake alive.

No, I’ll embrace the moon! It’s what I have always longed to do, and I’ll give up struggling. And when I no longer have the strength left to stay afloat I will allow myself to sink. I will let myself learn exactly how deep this lake really is and it’s secret will remain safe.


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