It was hotter than usual, but then again, somehow that was not out of the ordinary.
The sea seemed lower in this particular part of the earth that we all call home, but then again, it was also something that seemed not out of the ordinary.
There was a person, standing at where the edge of the water lay, looking out, waiting for something and hoping for something to happen; something to change to allow for a sigh of relief.
They stood there, sweat beading and sliding down their face and flies drawing themselves to this person’s back, but there was no care about this, for it was more important to watch the horizon and wait and hope for something to change.
Over time, more people came to stand at the shoreline. The ocean seemed to be approaching their feet and yet would hesitate before reaching and retreat before attempting again and repeating the process without fail.
The tide did not increase or decrease. It held its flow for the same level throughout the entire process.
More people came and watched and looked outward, away from the land and over the ocean where it almost seemed to fade into the sky, or perhaps it was the other way around. The horizon was there; that much was evident. However, where the ocean and sky met seemed to become more and more indistinct until the tell that should have been obvious was nothing more than an ambiguous gesture.
Still, more people came, stopping in the same location. They were not compelled to do so, but all a willing participant. All waited and watched. All stared out and hoped. All were looking for a change in direction. All were waiting to wake up and see that there was no need to wait or hope.
All were sweating and all were drawing flies to hover around them, looking for somewhere to land and sit for a while before flying off to somewhere else that they could inhabit, even if it would be for a few seconds before needing to once more relocate.
Over time a line with little space sitting between each person had formed. The ocean still dared not come to touch their feet and provide relief with its cool form and the people dared not step any more forward into the vast body of the ocean. The ocean lapped gently at the shoreline rather than crash and spray and the people stood there, staring out, seemingly refusing to notice what was there and what would allow them to be freed of the heat, even if only temporarily.
Heat was almost unbearable and sweat was soaking clothes. The ocean was unreachable as it was prominent and ever-present.
The line of people stood and stared out, and the horizon was as indistinct as it was before any living being took notice.
The sky shuddered and heaved and the sky faded, and all that was once visible was no longer as the sky became dark.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:47:65
Slow. Still, I am somewhat-satisfied.
When I arrived at uni this morning a base idea for this small work of fiction popped into my head and so I developed it into what you read.
Written at UNSW.