Chasing The Sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Cover image: pixabay.com.

Submitted: December 22, 2019

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Chasing The Sun

She’s always so cold!

Thin, frail and fragile, is she. Starving for the sunshine, the nourishment of warmth. Eyes scanning the skies for the golden orb, setting the direction in which she will soar.

Through sunbeams and rainbows, she swoops and she dives, for it’s only the sun that keeps her alive. Thawing the freeze that seeps through to her bones and giving her the strength and the will to carry on.

Night, when the sun has gone from the sky, sees her huddled up, hunched in a ball; trying to hold on to the remnants of heat. Sleep comes hard when she’s losing her life-force with every passing minute of darkness. Not a look, not a peep; she will at least give the pretence of being asleep.

With the first ray of light she’ll take flight, always attempting to out-soar the clouds that roll in and threaten her with starvation. Navigating around them as much as she can, her eye on that burning sun.

Whispers of wind she can stomach. They will not send her off-course; but the gales, the storms, will fling her around. It is all that she can do to from touching the ground. She needs the air as much as the heat; if she crashes back down to earth it will be in a thorough defeat.

As much as she chases, the season is changing and the solar power takes a dip. Without a doubt, when her energy drops it is when she needs it most.

Frailer by each dying day, she still stays in pursuit of that nurturing light. She is fading, almost translucent; so hard to keep up now, she labors and fights. Then the clouds roll in thick and fast; there is no chance at all that her strength will last.

Her reserves are depleted and she is finally defeated. Barely weighing anything at all, she plummets; no longer trying to avoid the inevitable.

Barely a splash does she make as she impacts the sea. Death has already let her soar freewhile her body sinks down through the turbulent waves until she comes to a final rest on the sea floor.

 


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