Σάββατο, 1 Ιουνίου 2019

THE WAVE - II/III - AT THE SHORE


The sea decided to go out and look for him at dawn. She counted on the light and the silence that would prevail in the city. Of course she didn’t have the slightest idea where to start from. She had no clues. She didn’t know his name, his address, if he worked somewhere and if that somewhere was in the city or the suburbs. The only thing that she could recognize was his body and his voice, but that again was not that much of a great help, since Kalamaia had many citizens. Nothing could break her spirit. Her craving to find him was enormous. 
The first waves appeared with the first sun rays. At first, she flooded the beach and she took the uphill road towards the central square. She knew her strength but, at the same time, she felt extremely exposed. She burst into the first homes looking for his familiar body with her salty wet hands. The first cries of agony were heard. She had heard such cries before when parents screamed to their young ones when they had swum deeper into the ocean. She had felt these voices and she always protected the children. She gently pulled them out to the shore with her waves. Now she couldn’t restrain her anxiety even though she understood her ego would bring only pain. It was beyond her control. She searched nervously and hastily. Her waves grew bigger, people climbed on the roofs of their houses to save themselves, others were pulled into the fast flowing torrent engulfing everything from trees, cars and bicycles to stray cats and dogs, a horrifying noise from that biblical disaster. He was nowhere in sight. 

The search did not last long. After she drowned so many people and flooded the city, she furiously took the way back home. She was humiliated and disappointed. She had succumbed to a whim and had caused irreparable damage. Her waves were upset with these thoughts until they started to cool off from the weariness. Her calm water was now just like Sunday morning. You could hear cries and screams from afar. The scenery didn’t resemble the idyllic seaside resort that Kalamaia used to be. She knew that people would never forgive her. She had shown her harshest face and now she just didn’t know how to make amends or whether she even wanted to. She would bet on the famous quote about the time that smoothed out all the angles. The sun was burning. She felt the same numbness with the survivors. She had not decided what her next move would be. 

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