Reflection: Act 1A Story by Carlos B.
The mother by the sea
The spirit of the past is a haunting presence in this cavernous hall that I call my head. I saw you in white. You slipped right past me.
Who would've thought the ocean would rise to drown my child?
It read my mind and took you away from me, devoid of guilt.
Now you're falling away from the moonlight; sinking deeper into the water....
I still visit the seaside every once in a while. In fact, I've been thinking of purchasing a home just off the shore. Will your voice call out to me every night? Will your distorted face look back at me instead of my reflection? Life is about taking chances, and I took mine. I just hope it was the correct one.
© 2012 Carlos B.