“No Title Story” Is a story I just had to write down as the other stories sort of got hung up. I am still sure as where I want to go,but the inspiration is missing a little. So by writing this I hope to regain some back and return quickly to the other stories. Hope you still enjoy the reading. Let me know what you think. Please any comment is welcome.
No Title Story
I am hoping to reach some land soon. The little power boat I borrowed earlier is being rocked back and forth by the large foaming waves in this dead of night. No stars or moon thanks to the clouds that let go buckets full of water. The small wipers can’t even keep up with the amount of water falling from the heavens and the spray of the waves that break apart against the bough. Hell is not hot and filled with flames, I am sure I landed right in the middle of it.
‘God how was I to know it would come to this.’
With all my might I hang on to the small steering wheel and keep this vessel afloat the best I can. My head hung over against the window, the prayers run though my head, barely having the strength to hold on, I hunch further over. Eyes squinted to try and look through the abundance of drops.
‘Nothing to see, just try and keep it together and straight.’
The sensation of numbness in my left arm that hangs lifeless by my side, started to create a small pool of blood beneath my feet.
A waves slams against the side of the boat almost pushing me over. My foot slips over the wet surface of the floor and have me fall down. I could remember my back hitting the wall and my vision of the world got smaller to the point is was just black.
The moment I cam through I saw a blurred image of a face. With a gentle feminine voice she spoke to me. You could hear a tremble and snickering as she held a hand of mine.
“Are you okay sir? Was it is okay for me to come on top? I hope you don’t mind? I am terribly sorry if I wasn’t suppose to. I did stop the bleeding?”
Slowly the vision was clearing and run down face looked straight into my eyes. A beautiful golden brown whiskey eyes, with run down mascara across her cheeks from all her tears. Lips curled up in a smile if only a very little smile.
“You are Gabriela right? Sorry. I lost consciousness. Ouch, that hurts.”
-“No need to move, it is okay, the sea calmed down. And yes I am Gabriela. Thank you for getting me of that island. I do not know how to repays you”
I look at my left arm and see a bandage wrapped around it, stained with blood.
“What did you do, and how… Ooh god” My head rolled around and the lightness had me almost black out again.
-“Just take it easy sir, Just for a minute. I do not know if I should mention this but the engine has stopped as well and…”
Tears started running from her eyes behind her hands. With a soft touch I lean on her arm and pull one down. “You are right. It is okay, We will be okay somehow. You done a good job on the arm to stop the bleeding. Ad for what it is worth I am scared to…”
Enjoyed this very much ranting crow, would like to be taken much farther with this. Best of luck with your writing, wonderfully inspired piece. I hope it stirs your muse! ❤
I am hoping she will come back to me. And thank you so much. I might keep it to continue someday. I enjoyed writing this.
You’ve done it again! I’d love to have half of your imagination.
Haha not sure what I done other than just write. You be surprised with wat you can come up with as well. You did write that hotel inspector story did you not.
I am just very happy to see you okay and enjoying my writing. Thank you Missy Thomas.