The Swimmer

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The Swimmer

Short Story by: Julian Black

Genre: Flash Fiction

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Short Story by: Julian Black

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Genre: Flash Fiction

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Summary

A dreamy vanity...

Summary

A dreamy vanity...

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Submitted: July 30, 2013

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Submitted: July 30, 2013

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I am swimming in the sea

 

And

 

I feel strong, powerful

 

But

 

Not as strong and as fit as I once was.

 

Long ago I had hope for the future; long ago.

 

I draw myself through the water, against the current

 

And

 

Know that I can choose, at any moment, to turn and drift with the flow.

 

Anytime.

 

Easy.

 

The wavelets splash in my face - I can taste the salt.

 

I turn my head to the beach.

 

Golden sand, golden hair, golden flesh, golden people, golden ice creams, golden sun - golden times.

 

Ah yes, I remember them.

 

So near the shore

 

Yet

 

So far.

 

So near the shore

 

Yet

 

So far.

 

So easy.

 

Yes.

 

So easy, just to turn, to drift, with the current.

 

I bring my arms together, pull them apart, feel the tension in my biceps, kick out

 

And

 

Move forward, against the flow.

 

You see, I can do that - I am strong

 

But

 

Not as strong as I once was.

 

Fragments, whispers.

 

It would be so easy, just to turn, to drift with the current become the current.

 

 So easy.

 

And no one would see.

 

 No one would care.

 

Blue

 

And

 

Gold

 

And

 

Green.

 

Blue

 

And

 

Gold

 

And

 

Green.

 

Can you see what I see?

 

Can you?

 

The whispered invitation, soft and subtle of the sea.

 

So easy, so easy.

 

I turn and surrender to the current - as I knew I would.

 

Then, then

 

Turn again, for the shore, the golden beach, the golden people.

 

It was good to tease… the tide… the current… destiny...


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