Friday, 1 August 2014

New Writing of the Month for August ~ Over the Edge



'My first memory of the coastline was overwhelming.  I had been confronted by a vast blue, a nothingness of water stretching out towards an indigo line that shimmered with the summer heat. Those first smells were of salt, warmth, cotton, excitement. The sand crystals moved between my toes, a new and profound experience for me. I remember it was on that day that I first heard the myth that would stay with me till my last breath.

My brother had brought me here. He was an elegant swimmer and came to sit beside me afterwards, the salt drying to pure white chips in his hair. He gave me a shell and told me to listen carefully to the sounds it made when I held it to my ear. It held within it a roaring, the sounds of a whispering anger, a crashing and churning. I looked at him as if he had woven magic around me - how had he contained the sea in a shell?

He told me that this was the sound of the seas as they ran off the earth, that the world was flat and every horizon was an ending, and that the seas lost their grip on the solid ocean floor flowing away as a endless waterfall. He couldn’t tell me where the water went or how far away the end of the world was even though I was eager to know. I conjured up images of the water cascading into the waiting arms of God and that they came back to us as rain, that the mist and steam that came from waterfalls created an everlasting rainbow somewhere out on the waves. I imaged what could be the last view of the world before taking that leap of faith, would it be like falling into the sky or into a deep carving in the earth?

What happened to life in the sea that strayed too close? What became of the sea floor, the corals and rotting wooden beams of the shipwrecks - did they also fall away? My brother couldn’t answer these questions but looked wistfully at me and made a promise that when we were both older and wiser we would buy a boat and go out as far as we dare to look out over the edge, maybe we would be the very first to see the face of God.'




Hi everyone, it's another new month and another flash fiction.

I hope you enjoy 'Over the Edge', I love any myths, legends or old beliefs - I'm starting to write quite a few flash fictions based around them. I entered this into a competition but it didn't place so I've shared it on here :) It also has a summer theme that I though was perfect for the start of August. 

I have had my flash fiction pieces 'Poppies in the Snow' and 'Light Shadow' included in a wonderful iPamplet by Paper Swans (Issue 3), - there are some great flash fictions in here. I first found Paper Swans on Twitter and they are lovely people who are great supporters of writers of poetry and flash fiction. 


I'll leave you with a picture of Tomas who is not only my writing buddy but now my reading buddy - but I don't think his is fan of Philippa Gregory! lol



Have a wonderful Friday and weekend :)










2 comments:

  1. I could smell the breeze and hear the waves... Wonderful

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  2. Hey Bernadette, lovely to see you here again and thank you so much for the lovely compliment :)

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