It’s a bit experimental and wild. I rolled with the waves of inspiration.
(TW: contains strong language and sexual references)
Lost at sea
“You fucking son of a bitch!” She yelled at the blue void. Waves crashing, smashing against her thighs, memories of them clashing together, falling down on the wet sand at dawn, after that party, after their kisses ripping each other’s lips apart, desire swaying their hips in the rhythm of the waves.
“I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
His hands sliding down her skin, smoother than waves, he rose and fell over her with the tides, closer, deeper, smooth sailing, gliding over the surface of each other.
“How could you do this to me? Fucking bastard!”
Lying, shivering in the sunrise, washed ashore, tired as hell, but happy, with the featherweight, angelic sweetness in their smiles. Sunlight playing in his eyes, caressing his tanned skin.
“Why did you leave me? Come back, you fucking bastard!”
Another wave, another memory washing over her. A beach wedding. A white dress with lace finer than the foam of the waves. His blue suit perfect with the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes alive, the blue of the sea stirring, tears shining like pearls when he saw her in that white dress. Yes, yes, a kiss soft as an ocean breeze to seal the deal. His ring fell in the sand. A bad sign, her mother said, but they laughed it off.
“I fucking hate you! Please!” She cried at the waves, standing in the waist-high water, the waves rising above her head. Memories falling down, crushing her heart. Swimming together through their honeymoon, weaving around each other, two strong currents pulling each other under the sheets, teasing and laughing.
“Please! You fucking bastard, come back!”
Another wave hitting her face. Another memory - he’s wearing a crisp white uniform. Going away for two months. It will pass, it will pass quickly, love! Trust me! She couldn’t hold him back, keep him to herself, away from the sea. The blue void was his life.
“Come back! Come back to me!” She shrieked along with the seagulls, the waves washing her face, filling her mouth with salty water. Salty memories running down her eyes. A bad storm. A phone call at night. Lost. No, impossible! How? Helicopters circling above the blue void like vultures. Two days. Lost. No body. No point in searching. Lost.
“Fucking…” the wave ramming her, falling down, crushed by the pain of loss, by the weight of the wave lying over her. Strong arms pulling her out of the cradling embrace of the sea, the red of the lifeguard’s vest stinging her eyes.
“No! Let me go! I want… I must find that fucking bastard! I have to be with him! He is there somewhere, lost! I will be one with him!” She struggled in the lifeguard’s arms. The red and blue lights of the ambulance reflected in their sympathetic eyes. Third time in four months, they said. Wrapped in the blanket, shivering she sat staring at the sea.
“One day they won’t stop me. One day we will be one in the sea.”
Wow! That was a small hurricane!
That was awesome! Felt like I was actually in the sea while reading it.