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.
“Mother!”
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.
“Yes?”
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.”
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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.
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Ah, nice…
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Thanks :)
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Your writing is such fun.
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Thanks! :)
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Oh my, oh my the world is coming to an end – until it isn’t anymore. You captured the intensity of young love perfectly. Especially from the female perspective.
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The world is going to end, and I’ll never be able to face my friends again! Thanks! It can be that way from the male perspective too, though guys are supposed to be tough, so they don’t talk about it ;)
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Oh dear… we’ve all been in that abyss. Or I rather hope we have… that intensity, even if it is all ‘wrong’, is all part of the learning and growing :)
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I do think we were all there at one time or another, or, as you said, I hope we have. And some of us have most likely revisited it a few times as an adult ;)
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I would imagine so too :)
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What interesting scenario you have painted. The dark thoughts, side by side the mundane teenage drama.
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Thanks, Sadje. I wanted to give the idea of what the girl is feeling as she reacts to Jay’s slight and then apology. So falling into that deep abyss – yeah, I think all teenagers, male and female, feel like that ;)
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You conveyed the feeling very well.
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Thanks, Sadje :)
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You’re welcome 😉
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Young love so intense 💜
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It is! And the entire Universe hinges on a word or two at that age…
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Yes it really does 💜
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