The Blue Summer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This also included in The Imaginarium House Summer 2019 Collection

Submitted: July 16, 2019

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The Blue Summer

 

"Rain was droplet but sticky like saliva drooling down from the sky. But people didn't care. They still dressed like Santa and were either surfing in the ocean or sun baking on the beach. A rainbow was hanging above their heads. Sun was beaming with his smiles, winds were singing with people's laughing. Today was Christmas. Southern Hemisphere's summer time.

I lied down on the sand to absorb some heat, like what we normally did at each summer. I thought I wore bikini or maybe just usual swimming suit? I could not tell. But must something people could see.

Not long after I lied down, there was a muscular man with his youngish lady came and sat their butts squarely on my face as if I never exist!

I went up to the rainbow and fumed with anger. Maybe they can see me better now. I thought. Up high, I could see it was a warm and fine sunny day. But I felt cold, gloomily cold. And lonely....Kennis.

I have been floating like that for a while now. People couldn't see me, couldn't feel me. Even you walked through me when I stood in front of you to want to give you a hug this morning. Can't you see me either?"

It was 2034 when my girlfriend, Emma, died. Two weeks later the electronic diary she left behind still blinked with daily notations. As if there was an unseen hand typing the keyboard, or someone thinking a thought and then it simply appeared in words on the screen. The notations had been hers for sure, as she still described what she saw or felt in her own dramatic ways.

But she didn't know she was dead.

I couldn't reply to her. Because it was her possession, the device only paired up and read her personal wavelength. I knew she never leave me, because the device could only pick up the wavelength within ten feet. She hung around me close and tight. It wasn't that I was afraid or feeling haunted. It was that she was disoriented and needed a hand to be told the truth about her death and help her to leave and find a new body and start a life anew.

But how? And was I ready for this? I was still crying everyday for missing her so much at night. In my dream, she was still warm and soft to feel and touch. Was I ready?

Next day, I took her diary to my next boat sailing trip. Just like what we did at each summer. The dairy was Emma this time. The only media for us to communicate with each other. Sort of. And I was the only one on board.

I sailed the boat to a small island we found few years ago. It was about two-day distance away from the harbor. It was unpopulated and everything seemed still remain intact.

In last two years it had become our secret summer retreat. We spent a whole week during summer time there, lived a life as romantic as movie stars.

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Last year, while we were back onto the island. Emma said she wanna swim further away into the ocean not just peddling along the coast. I was not a fan like her for deep sea swimming. We argued for a while. But her watery pleading eyes made me let her go. With my sailing boat tagging along as a condition.

I sailed the boat to a place where the water was in deep blue color. Emma heard the calls of a male whale from afar. I knew she loved the calls. Every time she heard them, her brown eyes would gleamed with real dark-ocean-blue color, and she would make her dive and swim whole afternoon in the ocean. It seemed like she was being enchanted by the some unknown power from the big David Jones. But we never went that far away off coast like this time.

This time she also heard the calls. But as soon as she heard that, she did a nice arc dive into the water without second thought. I sailed my boat along. But her small figure did not just remained within my sight like before. This time it soon turned into a blue shadow and then a string of bubbles in just few minutes. I yelled and I cried to get her swim back up. I was trying to dive in myself but I did not. As I saw a trickle of pinky sea water floated up the surface, soon it gathered and surrounded my boat with its pinky-red and blood smell. Dusk was coming, the boat danced up and down in the middle of the scarlet pool, as winds started to blow. Standing high on the boat, I saw several shark fins circle around my boat. All I could do was punching myself hard with fists till I was also bleeding.
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I searched out Emma's diary and threw it into where the scarlet pool used to be. Before I did that, I checked if Emma left any entry or any message. The diary said "Thank you for bringing me back. I know what had happened to me now. I heard the whale's calls but I did not know that sharks were also coming. Next time I would be more careful. Do you like boy, Kennis? I would be calling you. Love you always."

That Sunday morning, I was waken up by a loud wailing sound from the next door neighbor. I went to visit Ms. Duffy later that morning as I remembered she was due to have a baby soon, but she did not know the gender of the baby and wanted to keep it as a surprise at birth.

She showered me a baby boy with a pair of dark blue eyes. And she calls him Emmet.

I was sure he would be a beach boy too. And I think we would have lots of fun blue summers together.


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