The Ultimate

Kiera stared at the moon. Right in its eye. The crescent shaped beauty appeared a little dull today as compared to all the times that she had seen it before.

But the high tide didn’t give a damn about it.

It was at its regular best, rising in a lofty and elevated surge that would depart towards the sky, making a swooshing sound and would come back to the ground with an identical vigour. The tide tried so hard to touch the moon, but a monster named gravity would pull it down without any ado.

Kiera stood at the shore and ‘shouted’ a laughter. However, her voice seemed to drown in the cacophony of noise created by the blue water that looked so black and bad at the same time. She did it again. So hard that her throat nerves ached to tear her throat and come outside.

“Today is going to be the day” she said to herself.

Somebody watched her silently from a distance.

Suddenly the tears started rolling, drenching the already sweaty and beautiful ocean blue gown that she is wearing.

Swiftly but abruptly she starts to reach for the boat parked on to the shore by some careless fisherman. Pushing it into the water she settles herself into it, finding it a little difficult with the feathery gown and starts rowing.

The ultimate is where she wanted to reach today.

Looking towards the shore she shouts back, “Hey you! Follow me. Its not just my honeymoon!”

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A little indistinct I guess, but wanted to write something light this time.