Sea Foam
The seas were spent that evening. The tide came and left with out any trouble. I sat there on the beach looking out at the blue waves coming in and crashing into the sand. Each wave sounded as if the earth was taking and deep breath and letting it out at the same time. It had been a long week. Having looked around for a place to summon the beast, I ran into a house that was well stocked with human sacrifices, and went to work. I never guessed they would have so many more people show up at their place though. They must of been popular. Oh well, it wouldn’t matter soon, nothing would. In the depths of the ocean I knew something stirred to be awakened. In my college days I rummaged through an old university in the middle of the states. You know, in one of those towns you never hear about. Surrounded by nothing but plains and corn, hills rising and falling all around. A town where the university was barely that. Once registered in the 1700 and never de-registered. In the basement of that old place I found something. A book encased in a black that sucked in all the light around it. Something that shined with an ungodly light. When I touched it my mind felt as if it would burst into a million pieces. My body screamed for release from eons of pain and pleasure all at once. I blacked out when I touched that book and dreamt of the deep. The blackness. The unknown. The nothing. That was when I knew that this had to be done and I was the only one that could do it. So I packed everything, traveled a round the country getting all the ingredients and…
Now resting in the tip of Florida. House full of all that stuff and a few dozen bodies. The ritual only called for two, but what the heck, I don’t think this is like baking. So now that I had finally gathered, slaughter and splayed out everything I sat. Drinking a bottle of rum and staring out at the ocean. The knowledge from the book still swirling and whispering in my mind. Calling for me from the depths. Still I sat and I drank. The earth breathed at me and I sighed back. This earth would be no more. I didn’t know if I liked that. I took one more swig of rum. Stood up and looked down at my feet. The waves washed up and foam formed and danced around. It happened again and again. The foam swirled and brought a whimsical sense to me. Would there still be sea foam as beautiful as this when the world ended?
Inspired by the swirling fluffy foam that comes from the waves on a beach.