Post by Jeanne on Jul 1, 2007 16:29:50 GMT -5
Isabelle slipped in and out of consciousness, her hand cradling her head, elbow propped gingerly upon the table. The murmur of voices in the background didn’t help her in her failing struggle to stay awake. Consciousness ebbed away, leaving her with nothing but the gentle sound of the ocean in the background. In her mind, she gazed at the scene before her. In front of her, rolling waves lulled gently against the sharp rocks. The salty breeze stung her eyes, making her blink. Something called her attention to the left. Walking along the beach was a young girl, holding hands with someone that looked like her father.
The girl was small, perhaps only four years old. She had long curly black hair and wide-set sea green eyes. She was gazing lovingly at her father, a tall man with a look of caring and comforting. You could tell from the way that he looked at her as she suddenly ran ahead, gasping in wonder at the shells, that he deeply cared about her. Isabelle blinked again and sighed at the scene. Kneeling down, the girl picked up a sea shell that was vaguely shaped like a heart. It slipped from her hands and plunked into the foaming water which had rolled up around her, encircling her tiny feet and ankles.
Running, she chased after the shell as it slipped deeper and further into the ocean. Quickly, the water was up to her small waist. Calling out, the man sprints forwards so he can grab his child to save her from the ominous depths. But she is oblivious to his worry and stumbles after that glorious shell, the only thing occupying her mind. Her small hands grasp for it as she lunges forwards, but it slips away from her yet again. With a small splash that could not be heard because the sound of the waves which had grown fiercer over powered it, she fell in. Her entire body was lost under the power of the waves and current.
Shocked, the man watches as his daughter falls in. He knows that it quickly drops off, and if he did not reach her soon she would drown. But the distance between them was too far. With a lighter weight, she could travel must faster then him. He started swimming; cursing that there wasn’t anyone else around. He should have known better then to take her off school for this trip. But he knew that this would be the only time he could see her alone before he left.
The salty water stung her nose and throat as she gave a futile attempt to call out. Her feet were being pulled away from her by a strong undercurrent. She was filled with disappointment as she could no longer see the shell, but the feeling was quickly replaced by one of panic as she realized she was drowning. Her parents had taught her what drowning was, and that she should call out to a life guard. It was one of the many things that they had taught her, like how to talk to a police man or how to cross the street. But there was no life guard here.
Isabelle watched from her perch on the rocks. Filled with a desire to save the girl, she started to stand up. Frozen in place, she remembered. She can’t help them. She wasn’t really there. It hadn’t really happened yet.
The girl was small, perhaps only four years old. She had long curly black hair and wide-set sea green eyes. She was gazing lovingly at her father, a tall man with a look of caring and comforting. You could tell from the way that he looked at her as she suddenly ran ahead, gasping in wonder at the shells, that he deeply cared about her. Isabelle blinked again and sighed at the scene. Kneeling down, the girl picked up a sea shell that was vaguely shaped like a heart. It slipped from her hands and plunked into the foaming water which had rolled up around her, encircling her tiny feet and ankles.
Running, she chased after the shell as it slipped deeper and further into the ocean. Quickly, the water was up to her small waist. Calling out, the man sprints forwards so he can grab his child to save her from the ominous depths. But she is oblivious to his worry and stumbles after that glorious shell, the only thing occupying her mind. Her small hands grasp for it as she lunges forwards, but it slips away from her yet again. With a small splash that could not be heard because the sound of the waves which had grown fiercer over powered it, she fell in. Her entire body was lost under the power of the waves and current.
Shocked, the man watches as his daughter falls in. He knows that it quickly drops off, and if he did not reach her soon she would drown. But the distance between them was too far. With a lighter weight, she could travel must faster then him. He started swimming; cursing that there wasn’t anyone else around. He should have known better then to take her off school for this trip. But he knew that this would be the only time he could see her alone before he left.
The salty water stung her nose and throat as she gave a futile attempt to call out. Her feet were being pulled away from her by a strong undercurrent. She was filled with disappointment as she could no longer see the shell, but the feeling was quickly replaced by one of panic as she realized she was drowning. Her parents had taught her what drowning was, and that she should call out to a life guard. It was one of the many things that they had taught her, like how to talk to a police man or how to cross the street. But there was no life guard here.
Isabelle watched from her perch on the rocks. Filled with a desire to save the girl, she started to stand up. Frozen in place, she remembered. She can’t help them. She wasn’t really there. It hadn’t really happened yet.
