By Faddewr Jun 7 2008 -
A Hole in the Ocean
It all begins on the end of a crane arm, poised on the brink of despair.
Twas a massive hole, water rushing in, slpashing off of rocks that jutted out of the sides of the hole. And around it, the ocean.
Through the clouds being belched up from the hole I could make out all of the highly mechanized equipment being used around the edges of the hole.
But as I stood an inch from plunging into the abyss, I wondered if those machines were trying to repair the hole, or maintain it.
I turned and walked down the length of the crane arm, what lay beyond it shrouded by a thick fog.
The Stormy Atoll
I took the role, of a very thin boy. Messed-up hair, tan skin, and clothes made from plant fiber.
I lived in a shack on the ocean.
No, not on an island. For the island that used to be beneath the shack sank a long time ago. And now the ocean was always lapping at the stilts the house was built on.
So were the fish.
So were the sharks.
I lived there by myself, never sure what time it was. Or if it was a holiday. Everyday was wake up, fish for breakfast. Fish for lunch. Fish for dinner. Then rest until morning.
The dream chronicled a day with this life. Always being careful to avoid the tiger sharks.
One thing was different today though, something was beneath the house.
After dinner, I dove for it. Avoiding sharks and lionfish to get to it, an attache case. I grabbed it, fought off a tiger shark and then scurried into the shack to open it.
I opened it, and inside was a crown.
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