Flash Fiction Friday: The Path of the Sea

Waves crested and foamed as they crashed into the surface of the sea, shapely and transient.

Daiki dared not turn around to watch them. He had stopped his ears with wax so that he could not hear them. He had sworn he would never look to the sea again, for fear that it would consume him.  Yet he could not stay away. He was driven mad with desire to cast even a single glance upon the path she had taken, even if it meant his destruction.

So he had softened wax with the heat of his fingers and plugged his ears, taken his katana, and walked down to Hakata Bay, using the shiny flat of the blade as a mirror to watch the waves crest and foam and beckon. Each was as shapely and transient as she.

He sheathed his katana and closed his eyes.

“The Path of the Sea” copyright 2017 by A.L.S. Vossler.

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