Mistery
He is running. The main plan is to not stop running at least until he reaches the sands of Big Bay.
He looks behind him and he sees none. He carries on, step after step, keeping the rhythm, cutting fast through leaves that were so broad that could hold the water better then his two palm put together. He keeps running. So fast that he hurts his arms on bits of trees, and doesn’t even notice, he doesn’t even care. He is concentrating where he should put his next foot to not have it trap between rocks. The jungle is getting thick, and he is getting tired. The salty sweat start’s now to smoulder his eyes. He barely can see the way ahead. Still he carries on…
Suddenly he stops, resting his hands in both knees, and for a moment he finds himself shaking his head side to side like a thirsty dog trying to suck all air around him. Despair. He knows he needs to keep going. Just one more step, he keep repeating to himself, trying to sound believable enough to not give up.
He turn his head back, he definitely can see none, so he try to concentrate, again. it’s impossible to keep up, still he need to carry on, the dryness in his mouth is making his tongue swallow and rough, so he tries to remember the words of his dad “Every step that you take forwards you’ll get you further away from the problem and more close to the solution”. He looked at the sky; just to be sure he still had enough time…before the day breaks. One more step, and the problems will be left behind… “Co’ mom!”
Finally he reaches the Big Bay, the sand is cold, and the ocean is now so far out, that he could barely distinguish between sea or sand, he start to walk towards the vast blackness in front of him. ….. He waits before throwing himself into the cold water. The only think he can hear is the unremitting sound of the waves breaking into the shore. Slowly he swims away, and the black silhouette of the island start to get smaller till finally disappear into the darkness… silently the nothingness finally embraces him.
He is running. The main plan is to not stop running at least until he reaches the sands of Big Bay.
He looks behind him and he sees none. He carries on, step after step, keeping the rhythm, cutting fast through leaves that were so broad that could hold the water better then his two palm put together. He keeps running. So fast that he hurts his arms on bits of trees, and doesn’t even notice, he doesn’t even care. He is concentrating where he should put his next foot to not have it trap between rocks. The jungle is getting thick, and he is getting tired. The salty sweat start’s now to smoulder his eyes. He barely can see the way ahead. Still he carries on…
Suddenly he stops, resting his hands in both knees, and for a moment he finds himself shaking his head side to side like a thirsty dog trying to suck all air around him. Despair. He knows he needs to keep going. Just one more step, he keep repeating to himself, trying to sound believable enough to not give up.
He turn his head back, he definitely can see none, so he try to concentrate, again. it’s impossible to keep up, still he need to carry on, the dryness in his mouth is making his tongue swallow and rough, so he tries to remember the words of his dad “Every step that you take forwards you’ll get you further away from the problem and more close to the solution”. He looked at the sky; just to be sure he still had enough time…before the day breaks. One more step, and the problems will be left behind… “Co’ mom!”
Finally he reaches the Big Bay, the sand is cold, and the ocean is now so far out, that he could barely distinguish between sea or sand, he start to walk towards the vast blackness in front of him. ….. He waits before throwing himself into the cold water. The only think he can hear is the unremitting sound of the waves breaking into the shore. Slowly he swims away, and the black silhouette of the island start to get smaller till finally disappear into the darkness… silently the nothingness finally embraces him.
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