Whispers from the Abyss

Author:Stolze, Greg & Pratt, Tim & Van Eekhout, Greg & Tallerman, David & Detwiller, Dennis & Finney, Josh & Mamatas, Nick & R. Fultz, John & Wise, A.C. & J. French, Aaron [Stolze, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: 01Publishing
Published: 2013-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

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It has been a week since the feast.

It rained yesterday. A strong, steady, rain. In the morning, the beach was spotted with many pink starfish which had been washed ashore. When the tide goes out, they shall all dry and die.

The fishermen kicked the starfish aside, boarded their boats and picked their nets. They set out to sea and hauled in their bounty. So many fish, a pile of silver spilled from their nets. The women beheaded the fish and gutted them. They bled the fish, removing the gills and all blood vessels. They cut the fish, they split it or they left it whole if it was small. Then they began salting them.

I salted, too, though not fish. I dusted salt upon my body, from my hair to the soles of my feet. When I was done I walked to the beach.

I stand here now, with the waves tickling my toes.

I know you love me no longer. She is your love. She shall swim with you in the darkest depths, her pearly flesh resting against you, iridescent fish swimming in her hair. She shall lay upon a bed of anemones and bones.

I know this.

But despite it all, I wish to see you one last time. To behold your perfection. Perhaps, to be embraced, only for a moment, in your arms, the acid taste of your kiss upon my mouth.

I will slash my neck with this ivory knife.

I hope I reach you.