JACOB'S CATHARSIS
Jacob stood on a moss covered
bolder that was yards from shore. He was disorientated as to his
surroundings and how he got there all alone. He disliked seafood, and the
stench of anything remotely resembling it made him nauseous. Such was the
smell of the carcass of the bloated infant that floated near Jacob’s
feet. The incoming tide and the spraying waves against the rock made him
shutter with a chill. He felt sick. He fought the urge to vomit as
he reasoned his situation. Turning about Jacob almost fell off the rock
as he was startled to see a woman standing directly behind him.
Her shrill voice,
dark complexion and multicolored sari made him think that the lady was from
India. Her beauty was in stark contrast to those on the beach behind
him. She was chattering away in some unknown language. Jacob
interrupted her slowly with, “I cannot understand you.”
Her words switched to
English, “…Eriduah are the middle lands of men, and this is Ra`More om Eul. But
for now we, you and I must hurry from here for the storm shall be upon us soon
with a great devastation --”
Hearing the
thunder clap for the first time, then seeing the scampering of lightning bolts
striking the ocean surface got Jacob’s attention. He was more frightened
by that than what came next. Before Jacob had time to conceive a
response, the woman lost her footing and slipped off the massive bolder into
the frigid waters. Frantically her clawing attempts failed as
the tuxedoed Jacob just stood there with his arms folded, doing nothing. She
drowned slowly in front of him. Her bright red hair began to fan out
beneath the foaming waves in a curtain of bubble and darkening sea.
Jacob shook his
head, seemingly indifferent to her demise. He stood there a moment longer
as the woman’s entangling sari slowly bobbed and drifted away from him.
Looking back around at the mile of shoreline on either side of him, Jacob felt
overwhelm with why he even cared for the great loss of life he saw before
him. The boiling skies overhead roared as a flash of light consumed his
vision.
........
Jacob woke up wide eyed and breathing heavily from his dream. Its realism was disturbing as he sat up on the side of the bed rubbing his ear, and the sleep from his eyes.
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