It had been a hard day. I went straight to my room and flopped down on the bed. I didn’t even take off my jacket.
Deeper and deeper into the abyss.
I didn’t try to sleep, just stared at the ceiling seeing nothing.
Black, only black.
My cell rang.
Swirling water, a whirlpool, sucking me down.
The cell finally silent, the house phone rang.
Twisting currents felt, not seen, in the void of the deepest depths.
“Honey, Jay’s on the phone. He says he’s worried about you.”
The water sucks me deeper under the roots of the mountains.
“Tell him I’m not here.”
The sun belongs to another epoch.
“He says he’s sorry. He wants to talk to you.”
Where is the current going now?
“Tell him I’m dead.”
Is that a flicker in darkest of dark, the swirling nothingness?
“I think you should talk to him. He sounds so awful.”
The current is stronger, heading for that light.
“Tell him to go call Em if he likes her so much.”
I turn to stare at the roots of the mountain, deeper into the darkness. I’m not ready for light. The torrent rips and tugs.
“Yes, Jay, she’s in her room sulking. Why don’t you try her cell again?”
The abyss is still calling, blackness surrounding everything.
But the current is overwhelming, flushing me from the deepest cavern.
The cell rings again. After a while it stops, but starts again almost immediately. It comes to an end and then starts again.
I am pulled to the surface. A granite wall of the highest mountain begins to recede. The current slackens.
The river empties into a stormy ocean. Dark storm clouds loom. Vertigo waves spin me around.
“Oh, thank goodness you answered! I’m so sorry, it all came out wrong. I know how it sounded, but that’s not what I meant at all. Really”
The storm blows out to sea and the sun comes out. The golden beach beacons.
“Thanks for calling Jay. Sorry I got so mad at you.”
This was written for Sue Vincent’s writephoto challenge. The image at the top was taken by Sue. She also gave us the key word, Deeper.