Day 50

There may be a second part to this one. I'm not sure what direction I'll be taking.


Closure

They walked me to the shore and sat me down on a boulder there.
The tide had not yet come in.
I watched the water creeping closer to me, inch by inch.
Waves were forming and collapsing in on themselves.

Someone handed me a letter, a check and a pen.
What's this?
It's the payment and the approval. Sign it so the process can begin.

I bundled the papers in one hand without looking at them, the pen in the other
And looked back to the water.
It had reached my feet.
I stood.

Someone presented me a book, open to a page with a calendar.
My name.
Tomorrow. It will happen tomorrow.
I see.

I walked into the water, far enough to feel the pressure of the tide on my legs.
I let myself fall backwards,
Caught and cushioned by the waves.
The water surrounded, blanketed and protected me from the chaos that would ensue.
Sounds muffled.
Lights blurred.


I began to remember that the check, the paper and the pen were still in my hands.
I unfolded myself from the blanket and went back to shore.