Short of History: A Collection of Short Stories

OCEAN

The ocean is calling. More now than ever. I've never been less than 20 feet away from the waves. I'm always so scared, ever since the accident. By that time I was only 3, I'd never even touched the ocean before my mother was taken from me by the vast body of water itself. Ever since I've never dared to go near it. Every time I drive by the coast, however, I feel a calming sense, a calling, if you will. Like I'm supposed to be there, but I just can't bring myself to it. Sometimes I wonder if Mother is still out there. The way Father words it, it's as if the ocean took back what was theirs, and not actually her death. In some ways I believe it, in others I know she's truly gone.

As I said before, the ocean is calling, now more than ever. It's if it's my mother calling me herself, and not just some stupid crashing waves. I feel like it's my mother. I'm not sure if I want to do this but I know I need to. I have to answer it. I don't want to go into the water, but I do want to answer this call, I want to know who's reaching out to me through the current of the tides. Today is the day I put a foot in the salty water that covers the Earth. Today I will answer the call of my mother.

I'm driving along the coast and turn into the beach. It's not crowed, in fact, it's empty. The new school year for the children has started, the adults have gone back to work, unemployed teens are looking for jobs. It's a busy time of year, thus an empty beach. The few people that are here, the lifeguards, and me. I park then step out of the car. The salty ocean air catching the attention of my nose and taste buds. Kicking off my flips flops and throwing them back in the car, I step into the golden beach of sand and start walking towards the water. A lot of people, don't know me yet, ask how I can live next to the coast the entirety of my life, and never even have touched the salty waves. I simply don't answer and I shrug, I don't have a real reason other than my mother. I refrain from using her as an answer though because I feel as if she's never even left me.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts once I reach the shoreline. One little step and you've done it. One little step and you can go home. One step, I take it. My foot is touching the ocean water. Huh, I thought it would feel different like a weight lifted. I stumble back, something's happening. It's as of the waves are pulling me in, tugging at my ankles. The ocean, it still calls, I can't go home. I... I need to go into the ocean. I will go into the ocean, I walk deeper into the water, my clothes submerging and soaking through.

I let out a yelp before I'm fully submerged. Grasps on my ankles pulling me deeper and deeper into the depths of the sea, deeper and deeper into a black abyss. I don't know how fast I'm going. I panic. I freak. I scream. I suck in what was supposed to be air, I feel my self drowning?

I realize I'm not drowning, I can breathe, I'm underwater and I can breathe.

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