Water

A Story by Julia

The thin, layering ripples continue to run in an infallible, synchronized pattern. The simple, petite waves flowed over my reflection, distorting it. I positioned my hand upon the pure Adam’s ale as if it’s effortlessly floating. I knew if I pushed against the thin aqua shield, my hand would slip, and it would submerge. There was such a fragile line between wet and dry. There was such a thin weak between inside and outside. There was was such a delicate difference of what we see and what we feel. The mirror in the water that reflected my appearance back to me, was the correct picture. I was disarranged. Unorganized in such a subtle manner. My image, the restricted parts and public parts, was far from impeccable. I was flawed in many ways. Water, saw me, but had nothing to say back. Maybe Adam’s ale had learned it’s lesson on judging a book by it’s cover. Maybe Miss Aqua didn’t exclude anyone from her gift. My shadow is not the darkest or the most loyal, but the water knows that I mean no harm.