Post by estatigua (Tiggy) on Mar 12, 2007 5:29:58 GMT -5
The Fog - A Short Ghost Story
So thick, you could cut it with a knife...
Adam strained to catch a glimpse of Mary Ann's face through the shrouded midst as the fog was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. It was his fault that he'd put her in harm's way...
What had began as a romantic adventure four short hours ago had suddenly turned for the worse when night had suddenly fallen as a thick fog had overtaken the sea, strangling out the daylight.
His arms ached from his wasted efforts of rowing against the tossing salty waves. It was all wasted effort.
To worsen matters, Adam had not brought along a light or exercised any safety precautions of the sea. He knew that Mary Ann must be roosted in silent agony as her grandfather had died at the hands of the sea some twenty years ago while fishing under a similar set of circumstances.
Adam's own heart was leached up into his throat as through the distance they had both heard the groaning of a large ship making its way towards them. It was the mother that had birthed the great waves that Adam had been unable to overcome. Adam had prayed that the ship would turn and chart another path, but it now appeared that they were set on a collision course.
And there was nothing he could do to remedy the matter. They were a sitting target, waiting for their soon demise. He found Mary Ann's hand through the darkness and it felt cold and damp. She was trembling, too.
Mary Ann held tightly to Adam's strong hand. If he knew her thoughts, he would surely be even more tortured than he probably already was. Thoughts of her beloved grandfather were soaring through her mind right now for he'd died at the hand of the sea, the same manner in which she, and Adam as well, would soon know so well. The large ship was quickly nearing them, sawing through the salty waters at a fast pace. It was lit in full furry, yet she and Adam held no such brightness.
She closed her eyes, her long lashes fanning against ashen cheeks. Her grandfather's face came to her thoughts and she allowed herself a small remnant of space to relax, to smile, to seize his strength and mesh that with Adam's so that she could somehow get through this thing called Death.
Adam was so much like her grandfather - same determined spirit, same kind heart. She had always been grandfather's favorite and she remembered well, sitting on his wide lap, tugging at his sailor's cap and sanding her small hands over his bearded face. She adored him; simply adored him....
Adam broke her reverie, easing out in a concerned tone, "Love, it's not long now and I need you to know how much I love you. And - and how sorry, how terribly sorry that I am for landing us into this-"
"Ssshhhh," Mary Ann pleaded, holding a hand to his lips to silence him. She felt her palm being brushed by a kiss, the gesture so sweet, so pitifully sweet that she could not help but to feel robbed by Life. She and Adam had planned a lifetime together, but it was not to be.
The ship was so close now that the small craft was rocking to and fro. Mary Ann was frightened and she felt Adam jerk her to him.
He whispered into her ear faintly, and she could hardly make his voice out as the ship was quickly treading water, the noise deafening. He told her, "You must not let go of me, Mary Ann. No matter what, don't let go."
They looked up and the ship was so close that they were engulfed in almost total darkness, all but a small shadow of light to the starboard side of the boat.
Then suddenly, something was moving the boat, swiftly, agilely away from harm's way. An undercurrent? The boat rocked wildly as it ripped through the sea and Mary Ann had clutched Adam so tightly that she was certain that her hands were wet with blood rather than sweat.
And suddenly, the ship had moved past them, on into the dark of night. She was crying, knitted closely into Adam's embrace. He was showering her face with kisses, comforting her, telling her that it was alright - that they had lassoed a miracle.
Mary Ann pulled away, drying her face with the back of her hands. It was going to be okay now. They were safe....finally safe.
As the moon suddenly rolled into view, Adam busied himself with getting the boat back to shore.
As for Mary Ann, something on the bottom of the boat caught her eyes. With shaking hands, she slowly reached out to clasp the sailor's hat.....
So thick, you could cut it with a knife...
Adam strained to catch a glimpse of Mary Ann's face through the shrouded midst as the fog was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. It was his fault that he'd put her in harm's way...
What had began as a romantic adventure four short hours ago had suddenly turned for the worse when night had suddenly fallen as a thick fog had overtaken the sea, strangling out the daylight.
His arms ached from his wasted efforts of rowing against the tossing salty waves. It was all wasted effort.
To worsen matters, Adam had not brought along a light or exercised any safety precautions of the sea. He knew that Mary Ann must be roosted in silent agony as her grandfather had died at the hands of the sea some twenty years ago while fishing under a similar set of circumstances.
Adam's own heart was leached up into his throat as through the distance they had both heard the groaning of a large ship making its way towards them. It was the mother that had birthed the great waves that Adam had been unable to overcome. Adam had prayed that the ship would turn and chart another path, but it now appeared that they were set on a collision course.
And there was nothing he could do to remedy the matter. They were a sitting target, waiting for their soon demise. He found Mary Ann's hand through the darkness and it felt cold and damp. She was trembling, too.
Mary Ann held tightly to Adam's strong hand. If he knew her thoughts, he would surely be even more tortured than he probably already was. Thoughts of her beloved grandfather were soaring through her mind right now for he'd died at the hand of the sea, the same manner in which she, and Adam as well, would soon know so well. The large ship was quickly nearing them, sawing through the salty waters at a fast pace. It was lit in full furry, yet she and Adam held no such brightness.
She closed her eyes, her long lashes fanning against ashen cheeks. Her grandfather's face came to her thoughts and she allowed herself a small remnant of space to relax, to smile, to seize his strength and mesh that with Adam's so that she could somehow get through this thing called Death.
Adam was so much like her grandfather - same determined spirit, same kind heart. She had always been grandfather's favorite and she remembered well, sitting on his wide lap, tugging at his sailor's cap and sanding her small hands over his bearded face. She adored him; simply adored him....
Adam broke her reverie, easing out in a concerned tone, "Love, it's not long now and I need you to know how much I love you. And - and how sorry, how terribly sorry that I am for landing us into this-"
"Ssshhhh," Mary Ann pleaded, holding a hand to his lips to silence him. She felt her palm being brushed by a kiss, the gesture so sweet, so pitifully sweet that she could not help but to feel robbed by Life. She and Adam had planned a lifetime together, but it was not to be.
The ship was so close now that the small craft was rocking to and fro. Mary Ann was frightened and she felt Adam jerk her to him.
He whispered into her ear faintly, and she could hardly make his voice out as the ship was quickly treading water, the noise deafening. He told her, "You must not let go of me, Mary Ann. No matter what, don't let go."
They looked up and the ship was so close that they were engulfed in almost total darkness, all but a small shadow of light to the starboard side of the boat.
Then suddenly, something was moving the boat, swiftly, agilely away from harm's way. An undercurrent? The boat rocked wildly as it ripped through the sea and Mary Ann had clutched Adam so tightly that she was certain that her hands were wet with blood rather than sweat.
And suddenly, the ship had moved past them, on into the dark of night. She was crying, knitted closely into Adam's embrace. He was showering her face with kisses, comforting her, telling her that it was alright - that they had lassoed a miracle.
Mary Ann pulled away, drying her face with the back of her hands. It was going to be okay now. They were safe....finally safe.
As the moon suddenly rolled into view, Adam busied himself with getting the boat back to shore.
As for Mary Ann, something on the bottom of the boat caught her eyes. With shaking hands, she slowly reached out to clasp the sailor's hat.....
