Talisman

Word count 300

Talisman

         An aquamarine panorama fills my vision. Pounding surf upon ancient rock seduces my ears. I hear the siren’s song, beckoning me to jump from my perch in surrender. Sheets of brilliant hue adorn the sea as the sun presents a heart-stopping show before bidding adieu.

         From where I sit, the world seems perfect. Seems. A nebulous word. Yet, that is all that remains. Misty vagueness surrounds my heart, an imperfection dwelling where security should lie.

         A briny wind taunts, though all I smell are zephyrs. A constant reminder of the elements you love. Sea. Wind. Rocks where I stand, awaiting your return.

         The sketchbook you gave is filled with daily reminders representing our lives. As I stare across the vastness, waves roll in, and I pray their lacey cuffs of foam will hold your hands claiming me.

         The wind catches the straw hat on my head, to avoid the sun’s rays, as I sketch another scene for you. Watching it sail out to sea makes my heart sing. Strange something unexpected would bring such joy.

         I have time for one last sketch. My hands work with the speed of an unknown force, attempting capture of the sea’s beauty. Suddenly, there is no time, space, just completeness infusing my heart.

         I look at my handiwork. There you are, picture perfect, calling from a distant shore. As I run my hands over your face, I caress the shell hanging around my neck. The talisman you always touched to bring good fortune, given to me before your last sail.

         I refuse acceptance of you lost at sea. I would feel that loss cutting me as the reaper’s scythe divides life. Standing, I remove the talisman, kissing the object of our shared happiness.

         I cast it to the sea, knowing you will always return.