Noting The Future

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

The sea was unusually quiet that morning. The rolling waves breaking upon the sands with their usual merry vigour was insipid and flat. Every approach towards the shore depicted an attribute of reluctance, guilt even.  A single parasol provided refuge from the baking of an unusually violent Sun. The conflict between a docile sea and the dazzling Sun was unmissable. However, Venky, was in no mood to distill neither contrasts nor contradictions.

Paradoxically his visit to the beach itself was an eschatological contrast. Instead of a pair of footprints that usually marked the sand, there was only one this time. His own. Even the soft sand seemed to sense the total absence of gaiety and the imprint of his feet was just a haphazard assemblage of lost steps.

Gently easing himself into an armchair underneath the parasol, Venky unfolded the note from Ash. It had just one word. “Goodbye.”

(Word Count: 149)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #37 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.