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March 7, 2013

Ripples float across the glassy lake. Moonlight shivers in their wake. She watches the circles grow farther and wider; the flickering fireflies the only witnesses to the growing target beneath her.

She hadn’t been out here in almost a decade. It was so much more peaceful all alone. No stench of whiskey, no groping hands, no muffled protests. She leans her head back, smiles at the stars and breathes for the first time in years. Her eyelids flutter closed as the mossy air fills her lungs; the only sound, the hum of cicadas in the trees.

She sways  along with the boat to the rhythm of the waning ripples. In another minute the lake will stretch out in glassy silence, the target absorbed by the shores, and no one will know she’s buried him here beneath the boat where he’d first buried himself in her.

There’ll be no final words, no returning to ashes or to dust. His whiskey filled pores will bloat and his swollen flesh will become a feast for the bottom dwellers. He’s among friends now. And she is free. Free to live. Free to breathe. Free of him.

17 Comments leave one →
  1. March 7, 2013 12:21 PM

    This makes me want to take a vacation…

  2. March 7, 2013 5:43 PM

    …hum of cicadas in the trees… ahhh happy sigh. And this is such a powerful line and I also love the way it flows: she’s buried him here beneath the boat where he’d first buried himself in her. Really nicely done! 🙂

  3. March 7, 2013 8:46 PM

    The “lake” and “wake” made me try to read the entire piece in rhythm. I’m no good at that – no brain for it at all. But it sounds like she needs a break – maybe the author does, too? Welcome to follow me next week. Speaks to my soul’s dire need for sleep.

  4. March 8, 2013 4:24 AM

    This is the first time I’m seen “farther” (vs. further) used correctly, in a long time. Sorry if that’s the first thing that popped out at me. At least I’m honest…

  5. March 8, 2013 8:54 AM

    I find myself hoping she weighted him properly, so he won’t float back up an cause unpleasant questions to be asked.

    The sense of relief, of peace, borne of the end of the abusive relationship, spoke to me louder than the murder in self-defense.

  6. March 8, 2013 9:19 AM

    Awesome! Perfect! Loved it! Wish every abuse story could end with such peace.

  7. March 8, 2013 10:27 AM

    the ripples of consequence to our actions, they my take a long while to spread out and reach, but I fear only for an unhappy outcome for her in the final reckoning

  8. March 8, 2013 10:28 AM

    Thanks for this Danni, as usual a great twist in a short piece. Love the images within and something that definitely works very well.

  9. March 8, 2013 11:20 AM

    Darkly poetic. Love the way you echo the ripples and the wording ‘buried.’ Well done.

  10. March 8, 2013 11:24 AM

    The scene and mood are nicely set, and the ending suitably grim. Another well written piece, Danni.

  11. March 8, 2013 1:07 PM

    Wonderfully written. Like Larry, I find myself hoping that she did a good and proper job of it, to make sure he stays gone.

  12. jackkholt permalink
    March 8, 2013 1:16 PM

    Powerful stuff. I’m with John, too. After the inital rhyming lines, I found myself doing it with the rest! Wonderful, moody piece. Thanks, Danielle.

  13. March 8, 2013 1:20 PM

    I hope she weighted him down or that bloated past might come back.

  14. March 8, 2013 6:42 PM

    Dark and yet beautiful!

  15. March 10, 2013 1:37 PM

    Loved the line “no one will know she’s buried him here beneath the boat where he’d first buried himself in her” and the imagery here is wonderful. The rhythm of this piece conveys the feeling of a gently rocking boat, too. But, oh how I hope that the ripples she’s set in motion here do settle down and she gets to hold onto the peace she finds at the end of this.

  16. March 10, 2013 6:34 PM

    Creepy and hypnotic. Loved it.

  17. Penny Martin permalink
    February 2, 2016 8:40 PM

    Wow! Powerful!!

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