A Touch of Yellow

It was impossible to forget the young woman that lived and breathed the ocean. Bitter cold ocean waters succumbed me and the image of her held me captive as the blackout began to set me free. Silken, ebony hair danced delicately around a perfectly oval face to the small of her back. A complexion that glowed the colour of a lifetime spent beneath the sun in a faraway land complimented her slender upper body that laid bare, breasts bouncing slightly in the slow moving current. Her facial features spoke of exotic heritage and majestic hierarchy. The magnificence of this rare beauty did not end there. It was the canary yellow tail that moved with liquid grace and hypnotised my every nerve. Thin filaments of the dimming daylight pierced through the water to reveal the glittering gold that exquisitely wrapped around the tail like the finest lace. Eerie eyes of the purest turquoise fixated on my own. The memory of how I had fallen into the depths of the salty waters lazily began to fade from consciousness, for my psyche was consumed only by the unjustly beautiful creature that now caressed chilled fingers along my collar bone. Curiosity splayed over her face similar to when a young child sees a crab wandering the bay for the first time.

A quiet numbness ebbed away inside me as I realised that there was fishing knife in my belly. Now, I faintly remember. It was the lure of my brothers wife that got me here. Karma had pursued and conquered. Just as this thought passed it became tinged with fuzziness, a cloud of crimson softly encircled the woman and I. Another emotion shadowed her flawless face but it was difficult to pinpoint exactly what. Leaning her full lips closer I felt satisfaction that in my last hour I would be kissed by a mermaid. Abruptly, something wicked spiked at my tarnished senses and pain bloomed as she drew the knife from my abdomen. Her eyes slide over the blade in precision. Unanticipated panic attempted to kick start my survival instincts but it was too late, the blade was now two inches deep in my chest cavity. A sing song voice hushed me to close my heavy eyes. It was impossible to forget the young woman that lived and breathed the ocean as the tendrils of death wrapped around and took me under.


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8 Comments for “A Touch of Yellow”

says:

captive (,) as Alliterations: danced delicately. bare, breasts bouncing. Nice word combination. Like this word, hierarchy. Canary yellow is my favorite yellow shade. Curiosity splayed over her face similar to when a young child sees a crab wandering the bay for the first time. Like the method you used here to describe curiosity. as I realised Minor SPAG. (realized) – correction. Story had grip and interesting. I felt satisfaction that in my last hour I would be kissed by a mermaid. That would be a fantasy come true for a seafarer like BOO. Like the ending very much. You got a good foundation here. BOO enjoyed very much!

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