Into the Dark Sea

A piece of flash fiction

Most days I would stand at the water’s edge, looking out towards a horizon that I couldn’t see through the mist. I liked to wonder what was out there. Of course I knew, but the diffused transition from land to sea created an air of mystery, appealing to my imagination.

One day I noticed a silhouette standing in the mist. I called out to see if they were ok, but there was no response.

Something compelled me to approach them, so I kicked off my shoes, rolled up my jeans, and walked into the sea. By the time I was ankle deep the figure turned to face me, but said nothing. The closer I got, the fainter they became, until I found myself right where they were standing. They were no longer there.

I heard someone shouting so I turned around, only to see myself treading water, coming towards me.