White Wood

A short story..
I ran past him... towards the white dock extending from the soft, golden grains of sand to the almost marble colored blue sea. I could feel the soft whisper of my dress whipping around my legs, my hair flying out behind me as I made my way to the never-ending sea of blue. The instant I reached the dock, my feet were no longer straining to move through course sands, but rather propelled me forward on the dock's sturdy base. I ignored the railings on either side of the dock... seemingly insignificant as I continued my dead on sprint in the middle, trying to reach the end that I knew consciously would only take seconds to get to, yet a part of me knew that this was one end of a path I would never quite reach.

The dock came to an end at last, but I only stopped completely when my body slammed into the railing at the end, my arms flinging over the edge and then snaking around the sturdy white wood. The sea's gentle breeze had a slightly stronger current where I was, courtesy of the lack of trees. The deep blue of the sea brushed up against the sides of the dock, splashing a cool mist onto its base.

I could see the soft roll of clouds in the distance, their feathery pillow of mists moving sloth-like somewhere towards the east - towards the immortal deserts of the Wastes. I turned my head back to see him... my dress still fluttering around my legs, the several loose strands of my hair still blowing in my face. He hadn't moved from where I had left him. He was looking directly at me, his silver eyes penetrating mine, although we were so far apart. Even from the distance, I could see the folds of his black shirt giving and releasing as the wind moved about him, his dark hair also blowing softly in the breeze, his leather gloves clenched to his side in fists.

In a gesture that seemed almost overpowering in that instant, I raised my hand slightly, palm upraised, inviting him to join me on the endless dock. His eyes closed for an instant, as if he were relying on instinct to either accept or reject my simple request, before opening them and taking a single step onto the white wood of eternity.
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Published: 5/4/2010
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