I...
The breaker charged towards the shore. Too long had he been fettered to the sea. He sought freedom, craving to severe the umbilical cord that bound him to the seabed. An accident of a tempestuous relationship between a typhoon, or was it a tornado or a hurricane or a gale or simply a storm- one of them in any case, and the sea, he had been abandoned to his fate from the moment he was born. As a result, he had spent his entire life rolling from one co-ordinate to another, trying to figure out where he was.
II...
During his childhood, he never displayed any inclination to mix with the other illegitimate offspring that his mother had strewn all about. Instead, he frolicked with the schools of fish and dolphins, often accompanying them on their long journeys.
III...
With youth had come longing, the desire to escape. The ships that traversed the sea's course evoked hitherto dormant feelings in him. The champagne of voices and laughter that trickled down his parched throat only served to exacerbate his thirst for company.
IV...
Then had come the chagrin of having swollen to twice the size he had been in his younger days. The loneliness had gnawed at his heart, leaving a dull throbbing pain. Now, when the ships passed by, he no longer tried to keep pace with them. Instead he rolled along silently and ponderously, sometimes even parting to let them through.
V...
He had seen her for the first time a week ago. Tall, willowy. Her emerald green a contrast to his topaz blue. He knew he had been waiting for her all his life. She stood there, proud and tall, amidst the rocks- like a princess guarded by soldiers.
All he wanted to do was to touch her. Once. He charged towards the shore, aware that he would meet his death at the hands of the rocks' jagged spears. Galloping in a mad canter, he smashed against them and vanished in a mist of spray...hoping to take the tree in his dying embrace....
II...
During his childhood, he never displayed any inclination to mix with the other illegitimate offspring that his mother had strewn all about. Instead, he frolicked with the schools of fish and dolphins, often accompanying them on their long journeys.
III...
With youth had come longing, the desire to escape. The ships that traversed the sea's course evoked hitherto dormant feelings in him. The champagne of voices and laughter that trickled down his parched throat only served to exacerbate his thirst for company.
IV...
Then had come the chagrin of having swollen to twice the size he had been in his younger days. The loneliness had gnawed at his heart, leaving a dull throbbing pain. Now, when the ships passed by, he no longer tried to keep pace with them. Instead he rolled along silently and ponderously, sometimes even parting to let them through.
V...
He had seen her for the first time a week ago. Tall, willowy. Her emerald green a contrast to his topaz blue. He knew he had been waiting for her all his life. She stood there, proud and tall, amidst the rocks- like a princess guarded by soldiers.
All he wanted to do was to touch her. Once. He charged towards the shore, aware that he would meet his death at the hands of the rocks' jagged spears. Galloping in a mad canter, he smashed against them and vanished in a mist of spray...hoping to take the tree in his dying embrace....
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