Chapter Forty-Eight
Adrift V Swimming
There are times in your life that you are swimming
towards goals and dreams, and there are times when you are caught in the riptide
of life and you flounder adrift and go whither or thither at the universe’s whim. Consider Edmond Dantes, the titular here of
The Count of Monte Cristo. Edmond makes
his plans: a captaincy, a wedding, a happy family life. The riptide comes along, and Edmond is swept
away to prison though innocent, held in some tide pool for a decade or more,
until he dares swim again. This time,
however, his dreams are darker, and his goal is revenge.
Both Jill and I, ended up in Albany, at the universe’s
whim. She, after her dreams of New Themyscira
came crashing down, as sandcastles in the waves. She didn’t decide to move to Albany, it’s
just that there wasn’t anywhere else to go.
No one else would take her in, except Jackie. She took the first job that would take her,
so she ended up at the auto parts store.
She waited on the governor a couple of times, which was neat, I guess. All that was the work of the tide. Just like me. I got my ass kicked by the Golden Speedster at
Washington Park, and was taken in by Jill and Jackie. The tide.
Sometimes, though, the tide isn’t as random as it seems. Sometimes the tide has plans of its own. Life is a battle between you and tide. Sometimes, you swim. Sometimes, you’re adrift.
Jill had decided it was about time to start swimming
again. I was coming around that that
idea as well. But what did the tide
think of our plans?
(c)Copyright 2020 Diana Hignutt
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