Triple Drabble - Echo
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Does anyone know where the love of God goes, when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
~ Gordon Lightfoot
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Dawn broke, blood-red over a restless sea, strewn with wreckage from the passing storm. Captain Turner stood at the rail, resigned once more to cleaning up the carnage left behind.
Will had lost count of the years since a capricious Calypso had handed him the duty of ferryman, destined to sail the seas for eternity. His one day ashore had been both a blessing and a curse, as he had watched in helpless agony as all those he loved had followed the path of mere mortals and passed on to the world beyond.
As the years went by, Will Turner found himself slowly losing his identity, his name no longer whispered in passion but in fear, lost to a legend he had not forged.
They say that love is eternal, and yet Will found himself eternally alone, his lover long consigned to the earth, for wouldn’t he have known if he’d died at sea? Too many years had passed to allow for the faint hope that he might still be alive.
A hoarse cough brought Will back to the task at hand. Gazing down at the drowned man, he blinked and his heart leapt, for a brief moment it seemed he could see through the veils of time. Could this be his beloved, reincarnated?
“Who are you?” the stranger rasped, before another coughing spasm shook him.
Will turned in sorrow from the man who was not his long lost lover, just a man, another claimed by the cruel sea. His words echoed in the hollows of his heart.
“I am past, present, and future; I am sorrow and longing and hope unfulfilled.”
He turned to gaze out at the blood-red sea. He would keep searching. If it took all of eternity. With hope that true love could transcend time itself.
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Does anyone know where the love of God goes, when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
~ Gordon Lightfoot
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Dawn broke, blood-red over a restless sea, strewn with wreckage from the passing storm. Captain Turner stood at the rail, resigned once more to cleaning up the carnage left behind.
Will had lost count of the years since a capricious Calypso had handed him the duty of ferryman, destined to sail the seas for eternity. His one day ashore had been both a blessing and a curse, as he had watched in helpless agony as all those he loved had followed the path of mere mortals and passed on to the world beyond.
As the years went by, Will Turner found himself slowly losing his identity, his name no longer whispered in passion but in fear, lost to a legend he had not forged.
They say that love is eternal, and yet Will found himself eternally alone, his lover long consigned to the earth, for wouldn’t he have known if he’d died at sea? Too many years had passed to allow for the faint hope that he might still be alive.
A hoarse cough brought Will back to the task at hand. Gazing down at the drowned man, he blinked and his heart leapt, for a brief moment it seemed he could see through the veils of time. Could this be his beloved, reincarnated?
“Who are you?” the stranger rasped, before another coughing spasm shook him.
Will turned in sorrow from the man who was not his long lost lover, just a man, another claimed by the cruel sea. His words echoed in the hollows of his heart.
“I am past, present, and future; I am sorrow and longing and hope unfulfilled.”
He turned to gaze out at the blood-red sea. He would keep searching. If it took all of eternity. With hope that true love could transcend time itself.
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