A woman watches two brothers from the shore, reeds crowning her bare feet, long dress filleted in turns by a soft breeze. In her eyes resides a curiosity, awake with life. She breathes with awareness commonly forbidden here. (Though sometimes tolerated.)
Her gaze rests upon the men, knee deep in the murky white water. They have the keenness of a raven's glare tethered to their faces. Desperation working its way into their shoulders, painted on their fists. Remnants of past fights plastered to their knuckles. They both wear blue coats..
Light crawls through the empty spaces, filling the air with mist and the sandy beach with ebony. Clouds distort the once blue sky, speaking to observers through rustling grasses. Birds that fly overhead in a cluster are blacker than night. Sing-song voices lilt from the gurgling waters. All this makes it hard to tell illusion from reality.
A sad look passes between the men, decorating a silent message which turns their expressions warm. Words of pride and home written on their backs wouldn't make it more clear. In slow motions they begin to swim in water that could be walked through. Leaving the woman confused on the shore.
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Scraps of A Mind
General FictionUnder my feet is the earth, above my small form is the sky. Both seem endless and vast, stretching onwards forever. In between these things are thoughts, rattling around in my brain like a landslide with no direction. Here are some thoughts, the one...
