"Autism & Memoirs of an Old Maid"…C'hele's Story

May 18, 2007

The Tempests: Another Short Story

Filed under: short stories — C'hele @ 10:59

She stood on the waters edge looking at the point where the sea meets the horizon. Digging her toes into the oyster coloured sand, she was soothed by the gritty, yet silky feeling it provided her. Smiling softly, she raised her right foot and boldly stepped out onto the water. The fluid was incredibly firm and warm, like stepping into a shallow puddle on a hot summers day. Gracefully, she slowly sauntered out onto the water and then her pace soon quickened. Her grey-blue eyes widened wildly and her heart began to race. She felt her excitement intensify the closer she approached the glistening horizon. Suddenly, mysterious heavy clouds of grey, white, and black, slowly circled and entwined themselves together until it had filled the whole sky. The clouds were now spiralling furiously by the time she reached it. The undercurrent beneath her feet suddenly became unstable and she feared that if she were not more careful, she could loose her balance. Long tresses like the colour of smoke, flew about her furiously as she extended her arm out and positioned her hand within the base of the twister. Determined, her long, warm fingers promptly connected with cool ones and the hands firmly clasped themselves tightly together. Unsteady on the water, she pulled with all her might until she finally met, face to face, with herself. Still holding hands, they greeted each other with a mischievous grin and turned around simultaneously to face the land. Glancing at each other excitedly, they suddenly ran back across the water until their feet wereย upon the shore. Running to a bungalow situated a few meters away from the waters edge, they ran inside, bolted the door, and embraced each other while laughing.




  1. Best thing from you, so far. Simply amazing.

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    Comment by clownscape — May 18, 2007 @ 13:01

  2. I love your stories C’hele….they are so vivid…like dreams one forgets then remembers when stimulated. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Comment by vroni1208 — May 18, 2007 @ 21:00

  3. Thanks so much Vroni and Clown ! ๐Ÿ™‚ Have a good Friday (Yeahhh!!)

    Comment by cheles — May 18, 2007 @ 21:10

  4. What a wonderful story! I’d love to find myself in a tempest . ..

    Comment by waxingstrange — May 20, 2007 @ 13:34

  5. Waxing: it would be quite exciting I think! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Comment by cheles — May 20, 2007 @ 22:04

  6. I wrote something along these lines about 15 years ago, when I was going through my divorce. I found myself drowning…and suddenly a hand reached for me…I grabbed onto it, and it pulled me to safety. When I looked into my savoir’s eyes…they were mine…I had saved myself. Funny that we thought on the same lines!

    Comment by missholley — May 21, 2007 @ 14:00

  7. This piece is great, C’hele. Having faith in yourself is beautiful… thanks for sharing. Feel the love, jen

    Comment by jennymac — May 22, 2007 @ 12:42

  8. Thank you Jenny, its so good to see you back by the way!! ๐Ÿ™‚ Hugs!

    Comment by cheles — May 22, 2007 @ 13:14

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