Affinity for Water
Affinity for Water
by withcoffee
PG-13; Domoto Tsuyoshi; 207 words
Written a long time ago, and just re-edited for public posting. I still have absolutely NO idea what possessed me at the time.
The moon is round and pearled, with a small puff of a cloud curled up like a kitten in front of it, and the light it casts over the sea is a strange, inconstant yellow. Tsuyoshi sees it the way God intended it to be viewed (he thinks): sitting in a coracle, nudged gently about by the waves. The whole scene reminds him of a nursery rhyme he'd once heard - something about a cow jumping over a moon.
In any case, it's under this particular night sky, this particular storybook moon, that Tsuyoshi decides he wants to be a fish.
He carefully reels in his bait and tackle, taking great care as he collapses his fishing rod. He dumps the three fish he'd caught earlier back into the sea, then slips in after them. The motion feels natural to him and he makes only a little bit more of a splash than his fish brethren.
There's something absolutely calming about falling into water. When the water makes its way up his nostrils, he steels himself against his human instinct to fight for oxygen. But it turns out it's unnecessary. The water makes Tsuyoshi feels safe, like a homecoming; it's a relief, even, to not need to breathe.
by withcoffee
PG-13; Domoto Tsuyoshi; 207 words
Written a long time ago, and just re-edited for public posting. I still have absolutely NO idea what possessed me at the time.
The moon is round and pearled, with a small puff of a cloud curled up like a kitten in front of it, and the light it casts over the sea is a strange, inconstant yellow. Tsuyoshi sees it the way God intended it to be viewed (he thinks): sitting in a coracle, nudged gently about by the waves. The whole scene reminds him of a nursery rhyme he'd once heard - something about a cow jumping over a moon.
In any case, it's under this particular night sky, this particular storybook moon, that Tsuyoshi decides he wants to be a fish.
He carefully reels in his bait and tackle, taking great care as he collapses his fishing rod. He dumps the three fish he'd caught earlier back into the sea, then slips in after them. The motion feels natural to him and he makes only a little bit more of a splash than his fish brethren.
There's something absolutely calming about falling into water. When the water makes its way up his nostrils, he steels himself against his human instinct to fight for oxygen. But it turns out it's unnecessary. The water makes Tsuyoshi feels safe, like a homecoming; it's a relief, even, to not need to breathe.