Down below it’s never silent, but I cannot hear them singing.
The clear surface is a barrier for mockery
Bullies don’t have gills.
But neither have I… with aching lungs I break the surface.
Breathe to meet their song… and worse… the pity in your eyes.
I never asked for mercy.
I only craved your love.
That’s why I wrote that song for you.
But it was meant for you and only you.
I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, but texting to your friend made it spread like wildfire.
I dive… this time I might drown for real.
The picture made me think of those awkward moments when you have declared your love… and lost. I have never done this myself, but there were times when I wished the ground would open up beneath me.
Friday Fictioneers is a community of writers where we try to find a story inside a picture and capture it in 100 words. Rochelle does a great job selecting the picture and giving us a great story to read. So does many other talented writers.
May 15, 2019