Short story




An ache requires endurance. Stamina. A mind-marathon that may or may not result in implosion. My internal landscape ached for a decade before my body finally tried to self-destruct.  But the darkness wasn’t dark enough for me, and the light was too bright.  Still, before they returned my restless spirit back to its aching body, they did so with the promise that relief too required endurance, the benefit of which was wings.


Whale Procession

  WHALE PROCESSION I drowned in squid ink landed on the ocean floor Clouds of sand engulfed me like the jaws of a great white An army of jellyfish  passed overhead- a beautiful funeral procession ~~••~~ Once death settled  my essence hovered-a reluctant apparition I felt the starfish twitch beneath me Spied sea dragons rocking to and fro in the current ~~••~~ A school of parrot fish swam past and a sea urchin opened its door  ~~••~~ Then, Silence as…


'Tell me about rainbows,' she said.  'The sky is happy,' I said.  'Was it sad before?' she said. 'Perhaps. The rain can do that you know? Flood your roots. Destabilise you momentarily. But no matter how angry the storm, and soft our sadness, the rainbow is a universal promise that every raindrop has a reason, and the light is never out of reach.' ~ Bianca Bowers Photograph and Words © 2017 Bianca Bowers