Silent Sea

  The boat continued hissing above the water. His arms was wrapped around her waist as she pushed forward with all her strength. Her shirt was sloppy against her skin. She was going to do everything to get it back. Regret was hanging over her shoulders. There was so much fumbling above the boat. There was a brief moment where his arms weren't restraining her so tightly. She headed straight for the water. The lean water consumed her. A giant wave of darkness surrounded her completely. A unique glistening of light below her had caught her eye. The vacuous water pulled her body down to the sea's shore. She stood aloof on the sea bottom, smiling as her ring sat before her. She held the precious item in her hand and admired the thought of her husband back on the boat, happy that she retrieved it. Gravity became defective as she began floating upward toward the light above her.

   There was a vast moment where she closed her eyes and her breathing ceased. Ahead of her was nothing, but hope for the best. It felt as if something had hit her upper body three times. She opened her eyes and a small, tan fish put his lips next to her ear and spoke the words "come back to me". In the blink of an eye, that teeny-tiny fish grew to the size of a whale. It held a vengeful look in it's eye as it was the only thing she could see. The rest of it was pitch black, darkness. It swam next to her and it's spotless fin went against the crease of her back. For a good moment she thought she was going to die, but the next minute she was being lifted out of the water.

   A bright light pierced her eyes and the sea was gone from sight. A boy with a greedy smile was posted on a picture on a wall across from her. A cooing was heard from the television across her bed. Her violet nails wrapped around a hand of his. His eyes were tough and his breathing was rough. "You're lucky that I was right behind you. What were you thinking?" She took a deep breath before speaking up, "I was thinking about you. A symbol of our love, gone, I had to get it back." With a face so pale, she was too weak to sit up. He sat sick and held out a small red box. An exciting yet curious emotion ran through her body. She took the box and slowly opened it. She felt ashamed of what he had done. Her dysfunctional heart was selfish. She risked her life for a ring that she believed was the symbol of their relationship, when the symbol was the two of them. The plastic box sat next to her as he slid the ring on her finger. A green plan bushed against the back of her neck. She turned around to a bouquet of flowers placed on the back of her bed. The various colors lit the dull room. His attitude was sassy, but he smiled the whole way through. The ring was acceptable, not like the last one, but anything from him was enough to lift her spirits. Hand in hand he spoke the words, "I love you."