My Lady and The Sea


The following is the second short story I wrote. I hope you can bear with my amateurish effort.

A white speedboat is slicing through the sea under the blazing sun. Huge plumes of spray arc out from both sides of the boat.Diamonds of sunlight dance merrily on the water's surface. Waves rise and fall over each other in uniform rhythm.

Peter is steering the boat with the same enthusiasm and adeptness. He is familiar with the directions of the wind and waves like a seasoned sailor. He enjoys being alone in the vast blue waters. It makes him forget all his worldly concerns and worries. The panoramic sea appeals to him more and more with each passing day. It always fills his heart with wonder. How great it is to be in harmony with the sea. He feels closer to God and the woman he loves.

Ever since she lost her battle with leukemia three years ago, he has become more and more consistent in sailing on the sea. Before she breathed her last, she requested him to have her cremated and scatter her ashes into the sea. She loved the sea as much as he does. They always went out to the sea together. She liked to cling to his shoulders when he was driving the boat. Their love for each other was strong. They always lent support to each other in time of need. Hence, they were the envy of many people. He, an architect, is one of the few people who has a speedboat driving licence in town while she was an artist who liked to paint seascapes. They first met each other on a vacation cruise. Sharing a common interest, they hit it off like old friends and had been on regular dates with each other after the trip. They liked discussing the Holy Scriptures too. They believed in the gift of life and the virtue of submission to God's will. They tied the knot a year after their predestined meeting on the cruise. Their thirty-year long marriage life was sweet and blissful. All their three children have grown into successful professionals, each having a family of their own.

The speedboat is slowing down. The spray on either side of its hull is reducing. The boat finally comes to a stop in the middle of the sea.It is bobbing to the gentle motion of the waves.

"Sandra, how are you?" said Peter, gazing up at the sky.
"I'm sure you are well with God. I am fine too."
"Don't worry about the kids. They are all in great health. Mary will be giving birth to our first grandchild in December," Peter smiled.
" Are you excited about being a grandma? I bet you are," he winked.
"Many people have advised me not to go out to sea too often. But they don't understand," his voice softens.

He looks down into the sea and sighs.

"The sea is the place where I scattered your ashes. When I look at it, I see you," his voice turns mellower and mellower.
"I always think of you. I love to see your hair flying in the wind. I miss your voice. I miss the warmth of your hands," his eyes start turning misty.

He then takes a deep breath and continues:

"But I know I must continue trusting in God. I am no longer angry with him for taking you away from me."

"I am yours, and you are mine. Forever and ever."

"I believe I will see you again someday up there," he looks up at the sky again. There is a tinge of excitement in his voice.

"Yes, the moment will come," his voice becomes louder and louder.

"Our souls will fly over the wide expanse of the sea in pure bliss and joy! We will never be parted!" Rising from his seat, he spreads out his arms and shouts on top of his voice.

A few sea gulls are flying over the boat. They are screeching loudly in unison with Peter's vow of love.

In a few minutes, the speedboat roars back to life. It is rocketing through the sea at full throttle until it disappears in the merging point of the sky and the sea.

Comments

Al-Manar said…
Beautifully written.
March 27, 2011 at 5:20 AM
sintaicharles said…
Thank you, Al-Manar.
April 4, 2011 at 4:05 AM
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