Hollywood captured us in fear.
A net tightly held around our thoughts.
Ocean.
Going into that salty queen.
Deep inside her, our fears are hidden.
A toe first…to check the temperature..
Perhaps to really think about entering her mystery.
Hollywood scenes play in our minds as we slowly walk into her.
Waves crashing.
Duuunn dun…
Just up to our waist, we’re safe here.
Duuunnnn duunn…
Begging our mind to stop the scenes.
Duuunnnn dun…
Something brushes against our thigh.
Duuuunnnn dunn…
Duunnnn dun..
Fear.
Swimming back to shore in a frenzy.
Duuun dun…
Pulling salty water feverishly in our fearful palms.
Duuunnn dun…
Reaching the shore, praise the gods!
It.
Was.
Seaweed.
Rumpeledforeskin
Ever since I was a young lad, my only goal in life was to be a member of The Elementals. Instead, I ended up more of a stage prop for a garage band. I have the antics of St. Patrick’s Day to blame. Or perchance it is the ancient curse passed down from my arrogant ancestor Rumpelstiltskin.
By Stephanie J. Bradberry5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Funny one. Refreshing ocean view.