The Presence of a Pattern

cromer under sea

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

Water had this unreserved quality about it. It always hid more than what it revealed. Call it haughtiness or humility, condescension or caution, arrogance or angst, but the fact remained that what you saw was definitely what you got. The still, serene and serendipitous mass of enticing blue contained within it wicked whirlpools, vehement waves, and vicious sharks. It was as if one of Mother Nature’s favourite children was imparting an indispensable lesson in deception to humanity.

Standing atop the stone steps with his arms crossed together, Venky stood in a contemplative fashion unblinkingly staring at the ocean. Some people too could be like water. Gentle at times, grumpy the very next minute, inherently compassionate yet innately caustic. “Is it flow that weaves a pattern or is it the pattern that induces a flow?”

Ash’s parting words resonated in Venky’s ears, “Hope while being indelible can be false too.”

(Word Count: 149)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #9 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

3 thoughts on “The Presence of a Pattern

  1. I do like how you take the photo prompts and weave them with Venky’s memories of Ash.
    I try to offer a balanced selection of prompts, but do confess to an obsession with water. I cannot pass a body of water without raising the camera, be it the sea, a river, muddy or clear, busy with ripples or serene; a lake, a pond, and even a puddle, a stream, a ditch, a tiny rill. I like to capture it in all its states.
    So, next week … no water.

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