The contours of his salty smile are formed by rock, his body by luminescent algae, his spirit from the cornucopia of spray that crashes, sunbound. We visit and he greets us with joyous thunder, my brother, long lost to these depths and long since having forgiven us for failing him.
A.K. Cotham writes fiction and edits nonfiction in Northern California. Other short pieces have been published in CommuterLit, Brilliant Flash Fiction, 101 Words, and Every Day Fiction.
Beautiful and heartfelt.
Love the imagery in this; great story.
Beautiful images, deeply emotive.
I was deeply by your lovely words and the unexpected ending.
A relative, perhaps a planet, told in two beautiful sentences.