Dance of Time

A Story by cdowning

a short story based upon a picture

A soft dance captured in a moment of time. The dark dress wraps around the prowess, entombing it in a second that lasts forever. A whale shark stretches for the edge of its atmosphere as the sun glints off the frontier of its underwater world. There was a woman. Seemingly in comfort and welcomed by the element that should not have been her own. She floats at ease with no sign of fear or struggle. She stares at the underbelly of the whale in a manner of welcome, as if the whale was her visitor. This formally dressed elegance was under control. A mystical goddess had I not known better, confronting this massive creation with an acceptance defined by her outlined cheek-bones. The harmonious dance was swallowed in the dark water world of the beautiful queen as a moment to pass, but to never be forgotten