Terse prose

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Inspired by Ernest Hemingway's "A Farewell to Arms." Terse prose literature. Era of Ezra Pound and Scott F. Fitzgerald. A small bit from a story I'm writing. Comments would be appreciated. :)

Submitted: April 24, 2012

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"Do not tell me you are afraid of the sea. Utter nonsense, that is."

"I am not afraid of the sea."

"Yes you are."

"I know."

"How could that be?"

"I shouldn’t tell you. I will not. It is all nonsense. Nonsense it is as that."

"Darling, I love you."

"You’re lovely."

"No."

"Yes."

"I want to know more about you."

"I am a bore. Let me hear about you. What do you think about when you can’t sleep at night? What is your opinion on the war? It is damned, at that."

"Jane, what is it about the ocean that frighten you? Is it the waves? Those damned waves. For you, I would stop the current. You’re lovely."

"No."

"I love you."

"Don't you ever feel like the ocean will just stand up and swallow you whole?"

"Perhaps. Jane, they will never take you away from me. Not your parents, not anyone. Not even the waves. "

"You won’t ever leave me, will you? You can’t. Oh, my sweet, you will tire of this."

"Never will your love leave me unsatisfied. Every day until forever I will continue to come back to you."

Silence. I wasn’t quite sure if she had gone to sleep or was captured by our conversation and had fallen into deep thought. The waves were settling on the shore, growing smaller and weaker as the minutes went by. For her, I would surely stop the current. We sat in silence but the waves kept coming. . .


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