Tug-of-War

The green spot disappears behind a blanket of waves. Strong arms reach from the water, peeling the waves away from the land to drag them back out to sea. The spot becomes visible again. She makes her way down the slippery shoreline towards it. Crouching down, she reaches a finger out to touch this strange green spot on the beach…

As I roll off the side of the boat the world turns itself upside down. The sky becomes the sea and the sea the sky. No longer two seperate entities they exist as one blue piece and I am falling into this water-color painting. Unfinished. My body touches the water, disrupting this smooth pool of dark blue paint that sticks to my fingernails as I peel back its surface and climb inside. I climb down down down and the current pulls me every which way. She waits as a silhouette below.

Her perfect, blue outline is etched into the gray ocean floor. Triangles are her fins. A semicircle makes her smooth, blunt nose and a perfect flick of the pen curls her tail back upon her giant body like a signature ending in ‘y’.

This green thing is not what it seems. She places her hands on the rough, barnacle-coated rock and stretches her body out so that she is lying flat on the frigid shore. The barnacles pierce her flesh as she inches her way forward until her nose is almost touching this creature. This creature vanishes into a deep crevice as the waves leap from the sea and back onto the shore, covering her with a wet coat of blue paint…