we climbed till we were 70 storeys above sea level. the ocean below, still as concrete, like the sky upturned beneath. the metal barrier stood thin and unsure, served only to draw a line between us and the infinite vacuum that would not extend its assistance should the barrier fail to hold us. peering down till the stretch in our necks bridged the blood-flow to our heads, she said, i am going for a swim. my objections drowned in the silence of space while she crossed the barrier-line, suspended from her arms till she was an arch, and released.
i watched as her form was first head, body and legs. and like a series of still pictures, she shrank in size and blurred in detail. until she was merely the colour of her dress, white. yet she was still shrinking and was the only fragmented movement in the oblivious vacuum.
finally she punched a tiny dent in the ocean, her body spread out within it. her white camouflaged into the ocean's white, separated from the jet black her hair left as the only evidence that she was there. stuck, not floating. almost deathly unmoving.
but like my palm, she flipped. grinned and waved a fidgeting speck of life.
i watched as her form was first head, body and legs. and like a series of still pictures, she shrank in size and blurred in detail. until she was merely the colour of her dress, white. yet she was still shrinking and was the only fragmented movement in the oblivious vacuum.
finally she punched a tiny dent in the ocean, her body spread out within it. her white camouflaged into the ocean's white, separated from the jet black her hair left as the only evidence that she was there. stuck, not floating. almost deathly unmoving.
but like my palm, she flipped. grinned and waved a fidgeting speck of life.
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: ) thanks seann, been reading your writings too.
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