Low tide: it is as if the world, the ocean, had wanted to withdraw, to retire, at the other end, on the other side, perhaps to another galaxy.
The written words cannot be erased, nor the broken promises forgotten.
The heroes have gone, their shadows melted…
faraway, in an unknown land,
only remains the sound of small waves, lashing the rocks.
So far away… Yet this is now home, the shelter where we can repair, rebuild our strength.
Here they won’t find us, such a small planet, and a pale star, insignificant: on the edge of the known world, and the sea…
The blue ocean will hide us, we will build a village on these shores, our children will learn here, they will learn about Earth, and the Republic.
Then, one day, perhaps in generations, they will take again to the stars, and leave this world.
But, for now, the blue planet is our home.
Inspired by Sue Vincent’s last photo prompt of 2017, and a viewing of The Last Jedi.
The small boat rested on the sand bank, shallow waters rippled by the light wind. She thought of the days spent aboard, alone, the hopes the journey had raised.
She was there now, standing immobile as a statue. In a few hours they would be reunited: her hero, his mermaid, as he used to call her.
Till then, she would watch the sunset.