The Drowning

He was white as he lay there. As white as he had ever been in his life, which was now as ebbed away as a life could be.

The small crowd that had formed was starting to drift away. Nothing more to be seen here.

For nothing was going to happen now, as the paramedics began to wrap up their gear and load the body onto the collapsible gurney one of them had fetched from the ambulance. Continue reading

Singing the Breeze

The song came clearly on the breeze. That soft breeze you get in the tropics that brushes away the heat and humidity just enough.

You can hear it now, pitifully meandering up and down the scale as though it’s lost something and struggles to find it.

And you are taken away, to another time, in another place, where you heard it before. You were much younger then and you knew then, you would come to this.

A lonely beach, across the seas, so in the love that the song describes. Undulating and intense. Lost, yet found.

And you cry again.