(this is a continuation of the somewhat disjointed Amber Tales which will be re-posted all together at some point in a less disjointed state. This one isn't finished...but I wanted to share what I had so far.)
[Seaside Town]
She looked out at the ocean with her quiet eyes.
“She had the eyes of the sea.”
That’s what the people of the town always said about Tamara. She had the eyes of the sea. Tamara at first had found that to be a compliment, for many years as a child she lived in the darkness of what those words would mean for her future. Whenever someone said those words to her parents they denied it more strongly than a child denying an obvious misdeed. However, Tamara happily thanked whoever gave her the compliment. She loved the ocean. She loved water in the general sense and as she grew older she talked endlessly to those who dared draw near her about how her husband would be a sailor.
Tamara and her town lived by the sea. They lived on the very edge of the dangerous crashing waters. The cove calmed the deadliness, but did not really decrease the danger. Children grew up hearing cautionary tales about the ocean. They learned about the eyes.
Tamara never learned about the danger.
She never learned about the eyes.
Few people cared to interact with Tamara as she grew up, something she grew used too. She spent most days out on the beach while other children attended the small public school system the town had set up. No one in this town had much need for education, all the jobs around here were based on the need to survive and most kids grew up doing exactly what their parents did. That was usually fishing or something to do with fish.
Tamara wasn’t expected to do anything.
She felt the water hitting the tips of her toes, the tide was coming in and she could feel the movements of the water. She loved the water. Sometimes she wished the ocean would take her back. Tamara was older now, she understood now. Having the eyes of the sea was not a good thing. Having her eye meant a life of loneliness, a life apart.
A sacred life.
She felt the rage build inside her as she thought of when her parents finally broke the truth to her. However just as the see rages on underneath and remains settled on the surface, Tamara just stared out over the waters with a quiet expression as the storm brewed louder and louder on the inside. She looked back at the town, knowing they would all miss her if she died, but no one would mourn her death. No one mourned the sacred.
Tamara had wanted to marry a sailor.
Tamara knew she would never marry.
 Evelie Harte · Wed Mar 10, 2010 @ 10:07pm · 0 Comments |
