Nixie couldn’t swim. She hated the beach, despised the river, and would fight to skip her nightly bath. Her mother was Angeline who spent most of her time amused at her six year old daughter fighting so hard to be a six year old woman.
It didn’t help that their residence, a little more than a cottage, was snuggled close to a large rocky basin which faced out to the sea.
Their mornings were seagulls in the distance and sailors launching in the surf. Their afternoons were kids gathered down by the hammock of trees near the weed-covered old-wood docks and their parents laughing in community with small cooking holes set upon bricks circled to smoke, grill, bake, and pray over the catches of the day.
Their nights were different.
Nixie often watched her mother hide her tears, sit with loneliness, and confide in solitude. She didn’t understand it, but she knew that she missed her father as much as her mother, even as tomorrow constantly whispered to her that things would become easier with each new sunrise. Sometimes it seemed that it didn’t.
Her mother helped people all the time. She cooked for the Edgeworths, cleaned for the Thompsons, watched the children of old Mrs. Windhelm down by the train station, even though her kids were grown. They fought over everything and Nixie watched her mother solve their disputes one-time after another with wisdom and fairness.
She would always tell them sea stories with a moral at the end as Nixie recognized them as the stories her father used to tell her.
Age continued to visit her mother and as the years past, but age seemed to forget little Nixie. It seemed as if the three years that walked by their cottage to visit her mother didn't affect Nixie leaving her the size of a normal child of seven. It was ten years beyond that before she had the traits of a ten year old little girl.
Her mother kept her away from others as rumors began to develop about the seventeen year old little girl who lived in the body of a ten year old. There were whispers of dark magic being practiced in their cottage and curses from the howls of the sea crashing into the rocks down the small cliff from their home. Her clients slowly separated from her mother one ‘no’ at a time until depression and sickness became the new family member in their home.
Nixie escaped each night to the large Rhine-rock pointed to the sea in order to stare into the gleaming water below for an answer to her curse.
The sea didn’t answer. The sea never answered. She hated the sea.
Age became the abusive mate of her mother, beating her feeble and stealing her esteem. Memories became one with her love which was lost. Her only joy was the comfort of her daughter who reminded her aged self of an old black and white photograph taken in a small western town just before the cottage became their final home. Nixie’s father held her in the picture.
It was the last thing she spoke of before passing away as an eighty year old woman with a daughter appearing barely twenty-one. Age still had difficulty finding presence within little Nixie.
There was a night that this daughter became tired of the loneliness and hurt.
There was a time when she had no more rage for her small town; nor pain for her father… gone. There was a time that standing at the edge of the Rhine-rock behind their house felt right because no one cared. There was a time when holding her hands out and leaning forward in to the wind over the cliff felt right. There was a time when Nixie no longer wanted to live. She Jumped.
Nixie couldn’t swim.
She never felt the rocks crash into her body nor the cold of the sea stealing away her soul. Instead, she felt peace.
Her arms flowed with the current, her breath was not there. Her body moved within the darkness and yet everything around her was clear. She could see… she could see fishes. She saw seaweed, shells, and a fluttering of thousands of bubbles churning just below the surface of the sea with the collision of each wave. She was underwater... and she was alive.
She moved as an angel through the heavens above, darting from surf to depth as ink squeezed into a cold glass of water. She raised her hand before her face wishing that she could be as afraid as she knew she should be, but she couldn’t She was in wonderment. She could see through her hand as if it was one with the water itself. Her body was the same and her movements were effortless. She felt like a spirit and yet she was real.
Nixie held still for a moment and merely floated within the depths. She was a thing of the sea. She gathered her thoughts and hummed softly to herself.
Her music beautiful… as beautiful as she.
Her self… majestic, as majestic as her memories of her mother; for she was complete.
With the opening of her eyes and twist of her body, she propelled herself through her age-old nemesis, the sea and pulled herself onto the shore.
Her body shook but not from cold; it shook from transformation. Her form was once again flesh and her surroundings once again dark as her eyes adjusted to the night. Her smile was the only thing out of place and yet welcomed as though it was supposed to be there. She sat against a rock to stare back out into the sea.
The waves came towards her toes and crawled back out into the surf as though they were daring her to return. Nixie giggled to herself, thought about her mother, her father, and her life then stood back up and took the dare offered by the sea.
If there was one thing she wasn’t worried about, was her fear that she couldn’t swim.
Omen: Get in line, I have been working like crazy also. I have two major projects I have to finish and hopefully everything slows down. Haven't had time to log into the board... I actually miss it. It feels good popping my head in to see what's going on.
Aug 3, 2017 11:16:19 GMT -5
The Muse: time to get stories rolling again!!!
Aug 3, 2017 16:15:48 GMT -5
The Muse: *POKES OMEN...wanders off looking for Redmage and Magister while mumbling to self.."Now where did knighthood get to....?"
Aug 3, 2017 16:24:51 GMT -5
The Muse: Wednesday!!! Yay! Halfway back to F R Y D A Y!
Aug 9, 2017 14:29:33 GMT -5
Magister: Ive been lame, but ill be making it a point to be on this forum daily! We will rise it from the ground I've let it rest on for too long, to the skies of everlasting geekdom!
Aug 10, 2017 17:11:23 GMT -5
The Muse: woooo hooooo!!! Geekdom rising!!
Aug 11, 2017 21:08:09 GMT -5
The Muse: Woohoo hoooooo! Friday!!!
Aug 18, 2017 11:18:58 GMT -5
The Muse: Gearing up to deal with Hurricane Irma....scratch that...packing to leave town!
Sept 5, 2017 22:45:14 GMT -5
The Muse: Survived the hurricane...as did Omen, Redmage and Magister although they dont have internet yet. How did everyone else in the southeast fare?
Sept 15, 2017 16:10:18 GMT -5
g40t90yes: Good Morning. Now I am no political activist, but with is going on in today's activist world, I have a question. Last Sunday Vice President Pence walked out of a Colts Football game because the Players took a knee. I would like to read your View about this
Oct 11, 2017 7:50:37 GMT -5
g40t90yes: Continue. Now The NFL Owners (Jones-Cowboys, Ross-Dolphins) are going to demand their players stand for the Anthem. Again just thinking out loud. Couple of weeks ago Owners (Jones) knelt with players. Now you are pulling back. Why??
Oct 11, 2017 7:54:40 GMT -5
g40t90yes: One more thing. Some people view The NFL Draft and NBA Draft as a modern day or fashionable auction block for black young men. Thoughts!!! Please.
Oct 11, 2017 8:04:49 GMT -5
The Muse: Im sure there are going to be a lot of thoughts on this...why not start a thread on the topic under the "chat" board. It will be easier for everyone to read and comment on it there. This shoutbox is kinda cumbersome to have to scroll through to read stuff.
Oct 11, 2017 17:15:26 GMT -5
The Muse: Where does the time go?
Nov 7, 2017 9:26:16 GMT -5
Omen: I don't know... some say time goes around in circles - for me, its just a dreary long squiggly line, in some places in its a smile, in others... its not.
Nov 8, 2017 0:02:19 GMT -5
The Muse: Sunday's are for cooking.... Let's do this!!
Nov 26, 2017 13:45:55 GMT -5
The Muse: Monday....yay
Dec 4, 2017 11:47:42 GMT -5
The Muse: IT'S s Friday!! Staring in the face of almost two weeks of down time. This is WAY overdue. 😛
Dec 22, 2017 11:12:47 GMT -5
dakoolah: Happy New Year!!
Jan 1, 2018 17:38:08 GMT -5