It Came In Waves

It came in waves.

“It,” here, is referring to the tide.

Starting over…

The tide came in waves, like it always does, and Jordan watched from a bench adjacent to the strand.  The rolling ocean, the spraying foam, the roaring sea could all be appreciated from a safe distance and without knowing whether the tide was in fact coming in.  For all Jordan knew the tide could have actually been going out.  One more uncertainty in a life currently full of them.

Jordan did know, however, that it was cold.  Freezing, in fact.  A hooded sweatshirt had been donned for the trip down to the beach, and even huddled in that the cold seeped through.  Chilling.  Biting.  The wind coming off the waves ate through that sweatshirt effortlessly, stealing all thoughts and leaving no additional room in Jordan’s mind for anything other than the pain associated with the bitter chill.

Which wasn’t actually a complaint.  The cold, the shivering, the pain were all more inviting thoughts than what had sent Jordan to the beach in the first place.  The trek had been meant to allow some time for reflection and mind clearing to make a decision once and for all, a decision that had always plagued Jordan.

Making final, permanent, decisions had always been a struggle.

Eventually, Jordan rose from his bench, left the waves behind, and returned home having completely forgotten the reason for heading out to the beach in the first place: making a decision on being a he or a she.  With a name like “Jordan” it could go either way.  Alas, Jordan ruminated upon entering the warm kitchen, the decision would have to wait for another time.

Uncaring, unconcerned, uninterested, it, the tide, continued to come in waves.  Like it always does.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

This bit of silliness, and I have no idea where it came from, and I hope you found it silly too because that is how I intended it, is in response to the current InMon Writing Prompt:

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The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:

IT CAME IN WAVES

MASKED

FORTUNE FAVORED THE COWARD

BLASTED UMBRELLA

WORN FIRE

 

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11 thoughts on “It Came In Waves

  1. Haha! I do hate it when I start reading a book, and the protagonist’s name is gender-ambiguous. Usually fantasy or sci-fi stories with made-up names. And if you guess wrong it can totally throw you off when the writer finally specifies gender. This is a hilarious way to poke fun at that, one of the lesser-known perils of writing.
    Also quite nicely written. It’s so gorgeously angsty in the beginning, it makes the end even funnier. Welcome to InMon!

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