Waves rocked the small yacht in a gentle lullaby. Almost a dozen men and women danced and drank the afternoon away celebrating nothing more than a sunny Saturday afternoon. They were just far enough from shore to make beach goers appear as tiny dolls. “Pathetic.” She murmured to no one as she paced barefoot across the swimming platform. The cool water chasing then retreating from her toes distracted her from her failures.
She raised the wineglass to her sunburnt lips expecting the usual tannic taste of a red. Instead, the fruity tang of pomegranate and peaches assaulted her tastebuds. Noticing the contents of her glass for the first time, she complained, “A cocktail? How did I end up with this? It figures they would serve something so uplifting, so fun, on today of all days.”
As she peered over her shoulder, she could see everyone enjoying themselves. Their sweat moistened skin glistened in the sunlight. It gave them an otherworldly look – as in not from a world she belonged to. Releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, she sat down, dangling her legs off the platform over the sea. The refreshing water now summoned her.
Thoughts of how she would do this had invaded her mind almost daily, an engine revving but never ready to take off. She was ready now. Not even her friends noticed she wasn’t with them. Trapped on a boat in the ocean with ten other people and still isolated. Still insignificant. Still without purpose. She set her glass down and took one last long inhalation of sea air before she slipped into the deep waters.
She swam downward, silky water flowing between her fingers. Although she didn’t have far to go, there could be no chance of rescue. The waters were as liquid crystal. Her studies had told her this area is the euphoric zone because it allowed the sun’s shimmering rays to reach the plants on the ocean floor, bringing life. She did not feel euphoric.
A short distance away a dolphin swam toward the shore. That poor soul, he will beach upon the shore if he doesn’t turn back now. As if he heard her thoughts, he changed course and swam to her, his smooth nose nudging her up toward the surface. She shook her head no; he relented and resumed his journey. “No!” Her mouth opened, taking in the wet saltiness. He is far too significant to die. Doesn’t he know his life is sacred? With that he again turned to her, his eyes communicating that same truth about her as he nudged his nose upward. At this sudden awareness she nodded in understanding as they both fled toward safety. He to the ocean deep, and she, mustering all the power in her legs, pushed off from the sandy bottom toward the warmth of the sun.
Updated September 1, 2019