and the cold grips your heart…

creative writing, letting go, writing, short story, short scene, storm

The wind lashes at your face, making your eyes squint shut and your cheeks burn with the cold air. You try to wipe away the rainwater that runs down your face and off the tip of your nose, but it’s useless; the sleeve of your coat is just as soaked.

You’re cold down to the bone. You’ve long since have lost the feeling in your fingers; you’re not sure if your toes exist anymore. You pull your hands up into your sleeves in the vain hope of finding some nonexistent warmth. The wind yanks at your jacket even though you’ve zipped it shut. Your hood is flapping behind you, it wouldn’t stay up and besides, you don’t want to miss out on the view.

There’s something therapeutic about the roaring waves crashing against the rocks below you. Maybe it’s the relentless rhythm, or the spray that leaps up to meet you. Or, maybe it’s simply the constant roar that can be heard even over the howling of the wind. Out here on this small rocky cliff, you’re able to look out at the ocean stretching out endlessly before you. Larger rocky cliffs guard your flanks as if they were warriors accompanying you on this adventure. You welcome the silent guardians; you are caught in the all too frustarting paradox of wanting to be alone but not wanting to feel alone. Those stone cliffs, they’re just standing there, but to you, today, they’re your companions.

It’s just you out here. The sky is free of birds; the wind is gusting at speeds much too high for them to fly. You stand before the ocean for a while, fighting with yourself. Your stomach is in knots, your throat clenches with things unspoken. Your brain seems to be as complicated a mix of thoughts as the swirl of purple and gray storm clouds overhead. The wind buffets you with a particularly strong gust, and the cold grips your heart.

Around you, the ocean continues its endless pounding of the cliff face. The rain continues to pelt down on the wind-whipped waves. You remind yourself that this is why you came out here. You came to let it all go, to release the pain that you’ve been holding onto for years. Tears are trying to fight their way up from way down deep. Your cross your arms firmly over your chest. You refuse to cry. You refuse to acknowledge the pain that threatens to overcome you.

A large wave rushes in and explodes when it hits the rock sending millions of tiny droplets of seawater into the air to join the rain. You watch as it comes at you, you stand still as it pummels you and as the seawater runs down your face tears join it. Quite without meaning to, you begin to sob.

After quite a while, the storm still raging, the tears stop coming. You’ve run dry and laugh at the irony as you stand in the pouring rain. The laugh reaches down and gently touches your heart, leaving behind a small seed of warmth.

12 Responses to “and the cold grips your heart…

  • Janice Largent
    1 month ago

    Very powerful!

  • I really like this writing. The images are so clear and clean. I had to go back and re-read to get the full effect. Bravo!

    • Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by!

  • DougInNC
    1 month ago

    You captured me in the first line. This piece wells up surges of anticipation and I found all I needed with “Your brain seems to be as complicated a mix of thoughts as the swirl of purple and gray storm clouds overhead.” That is a marvelously crafted element in a wonderfully artistic whole.

  • Oh, this was really beautiful!! The imagery was just gorgeous … and this “sounds” just like something that I would do! It’s just … *sigh*

    • Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it! 🙂

    • Thank you so much for your wonderful comment and for stopping by! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  • Cassie D,
    4 weeks ago

    I loved this story!! New reader and I’ve been going through your past posts- I absolutely love all of your work and love your songs/song covers in particular. You’ve got a beautiful voice. I can’t wait to read what you publish next- do you see any more songs in your future?
    Have a blessed day!

    • Thank you so much for your lovely comment and for stopping by! I’m hoping to do some more in the future, I’m working on some new ones.

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