This week’s photo prompt is provided by Michelle De Angelis. Thank you Michelle!
Masts stripe the water, their reflections breaking into nonsense with the ripples.
The bridge raises, the pleasure boats scudding through like eager ducks. It’s summer so families have gathered, trapped on either side of the water by the raised bridge, children waving happily to the skippers floating below them, sun glowing from every bronzed face.
And then there’s me. I’m pale where they are brown, the Moon to their myriad Suns.
My hands are cold. My limbs white beneath layers of wool and linen, I am smooth and flawless as a tomb carving.
Here, stranded – this is my natural state. Close to mankind, but cut off from it, I walk among them but never touch, never make contact … not until I must. Then I burn, bright enough to shame the sun, bright enough to blind.
The bridge lowers. The families disperse to buy ice cream and eat doughnuts.
I walk among them, waiting for my time.
Written for Priceless Joy’s FFfAW. Be inspired by the pic and write a tale here. This started as a reflection on the water and turned into … whatever this is. Vampire? Ghoul? Someone with an acute allergy to the sun? What do you think was going on in my head when I wrote this?