Misericorde by Cynthia A. Morgan

Author:Cynthia A. Morgan [Morgan, Cynthia A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shadow City - A Next Chapter Imprint
Published: 2020-04-22T22:00:00+00:00

He returned to consciousness in a haze of confusion and listened to the soft sound of water somewhere close to him. He tried to remember where he was, but the inescapable pain of his body numbed his thoughts. Groaning without opening his eyes, he struggled against the darkness that sought to pull him into its depths even as a sensation of coolness touched first his forehead, then his cheeks. Unable to comprehend such a feeling, he strained against the heavy emptiness weighing him down, struggling to resist the obscurity of blackness clawing for him as he turned his head away from the unrecognized sensation. A soft voice spoke to him, but he was unable to comprehend the words. They echoed in his mind, tumbling over themselves and separating into sounds that made no sense. They disoriented him completely. Raising his hand slowly, he tried to fend off the unknown contact, but his hand was taken in a gentle clasp. Bewildered, he spoke softly.

“Privoweth, shunar rivway?” His voice was barely a whisper, but there was no response to his question. “Privoweth?”

Again, the voice spoke, but he could not understand the words. It was a woman’s voice, soft and sweet, but the language she spoke was incomprehensible. He shook his head sluggishly and the darkness tugging at him fell away. Opening his eyes with extreme effort, he blinked in a slow repetition, trying to focus on the person beside him. He recognized the shape as female, but his vision was blurred. He stared at her, unable to remember who she was or to see her clearly. Her entire body rippled like waves on the ocean.

Waves.

He remembered waves. They rocked in a suspiration of sound and motion that further disoriented him. The ocean was gray and foreboding, barren and silent. Everything around him became still and quiet. Involuntarily, his eyes closed and he succumbed to the waves rushing in on him. It seemed so long ago when he stood gazing out over the vast gray waters of the ocean. Time eluded him as his thoughts slipped into a spiraling well, downward, outward and away, melding into a shimmering light. The setting sun, crimson and glorious, cast its light in a final blaze as the wind tousled his hair with its gentle fingers. The ocean stretched out before him, immense and bereft. He bowed his head. Such great loss! So many lives lost, so unnecessarily. Greed, pollution, and apathy all had taken their toll until nothing survived. He grieved at the tragedy.

“Don’t cry.” An unfamiliar voice drifted on the wind, gently soothing him. The cool spray of the ocean breeze refreshed his cheek. He raised his hand, desperately trying to separate the tangled threads of reality and the beyond, but he could not remember where he was or where he should be. Again, his hand was taken in a tender clasp and a gentle voice spoke to him.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” The woman’s voice drifted on the ocean breeze, mingling with the sound of the waves.

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