Sorry for my absence these last couple of months. I have missed this. And thanks for all those FridayFictioneers who sought me out to ensure I was okay.
I am okay.
Kelvin M. Knight
He was here and he wasn’t here. He was looking into and out of the water. This water devoid of ripples which might make it come alive. He wanted to come alive, like those trees with their fashionable haircuts. Alive like those stone beings with their peculiar torsos and torments.
When he came alive, he would need no hurt; he would drain their pain. For him breathing would be joyful. Joyfulness flowing into him. Joyfulness flowing out of him. Joy revealing these ripples dancing over this water, those ripples pirouetting through that air. Joy spiralling, singing. Joy uniting, everything, forever.
This story was written in response to the photo prompt provided by Sandra Crook and posted on Rochelle’s blog. Other contributors can be found by clicking the blue froggy.