His Sinking Reward

In the moonlight, her hair was jet black and her skin was white and glowing. In the dawning sun, her hair was fire, obscuring her body. Joe had put her so deep in his mind. In the calm, she was his constant companion. In raging seas, she was his fiddler’s green. She was eternal and ever loving and Joe knew her so well..

This Futile Endeavor’s compass was destroyed, the gas reserves tapped, the radio was dead and shot. There was nowhere to go but down and that’s how Joe designed it. For thirty years he had waited and watched and she had done the same, beckoning to his death.

When he was 18, he was afraid of her and his own strange stupid impulses. It was just so damn impossible to see that beautiful woman come from beneath the ship, to see her smile, to see her wave. It took time to know her, but he learned to speak to her. He spent his off hours barely holding the rail, conversing with her over the side and the crew thought he was crazy. Joe made no dispute of that.

In port without her, inside every women he mounted, he was alone. He took them as a release, like a dolphin coming up for air. As the years went by he preferred the ocean more and more. One day, their separation proved too much and he bought a boat for a one way trip out. In his forty eighth year, he put on a pair of heavy boots and a heavy coat and jumped. It can not be known how the story ends.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joseph Porter
    Jun 16, 2011 @ 03:18:23


    Your flash fiction that you’ve got going on keeps amazing me. When your year of daily stories is over…just continue for another year.


  2. Carson Margedant
    Jun 16, 2011 @ 08:31:20

    It’ll probably turn to an as the mood strikes me kinda thing which is often but some of these I had to force out.


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