Comments on: #coffeebreak: seagulls in kalasatama http://www.markwelker.com/2010/07/coffeebreak-seagulls-in-kalasatama/ Mark Welker is a short fiction writer living in Melbourne, Australia. Thu, 12 Jan 2012 03:00:37 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.1 By: Benjamin http://www.markwelker.com/2010/07/coffeebreak-seagulls-in-kalasatama/comment-page-1/#comment-413 Benjamin Thu, 22 Jul 2010 01:14:21 +0000 http://www.markwelker.com/2010/07/coffeebreak-seagulls-in-kalasatama/#comment-413 "It's déjà vu all over again," he muttered. "You can say that again", she replied. But really, she didn't like this feeling one bit. It was kind of icky. The transposing of spirits across into a less ethereal plane, like transparencies on an overhead projector. It made her feel somehow less of herself, like there was something missing. But looking upon the gulls circling, it just felt like she'd been here before. The slow droll rise of the sun over an all too familiar landscape, the pale blue of the sky feigning hope as light strengthened the colour but jaded the experience; the circle of gulls which would only remain for the morning until off in search of better grazing pastures, so to speak. And all this was a metaphor for where she was at, emotionally, spiritually, geographically. She felt stuck; unable to have faith in her decision to leave, she knew the choice was right, it was that just, somehow, there was a nagging suspicion. She felt that in leaving, she would be leaving his dream behind. It just didn't seem fair. But she knew she had to go. "You know I can't stay here Aaron. It's like caging a tiger and watching it die a slow death from the demise of its dignity. Once king of the jungle, now an exhibit on a stage..." "You're no tiger", Aaron replied, and yet there was no strength of conviction in his voice. He knew the size of the matter. He knew he couldn't hold her here, and he knew she had to go. If she stayed, she faced a slow demise, if she left; he knew she would not return. Either way he was losing the best thing that had ever happened to him. "What if you come with me?", there was hope and honesty as her eyes blazed with that trademark fire... Cheers, Benjamin http://bsawon.wordpress.com “It’s déjà vu all over again,” he muttered. “You can say that again”, she replied. But really, she didn’t like this feeling one bit. It was kind of icky. The transposing of spirits across into a less ethereal plane, like transparencies on an overhead projector. It made her feel somehow less of herself, like there was something missing. But looking upon the gulls circling, it just felt like she’d been here before. The slow droll rise of the sun over an all too familiar landscape, the pale blue of the sky feigning hope as light strengthened the colour but jaded the experience; the circle of gulls which would only remain for the morning until off in search of better grazing pastures, so to speak. And all this was a metaphor for where she was at, emotionally, spiritually, geographically. She felt stuck; unable to have faith in her decision to leave, she knew the choice was right, it was that just, somehow, there was a nagging suspicion. She felt that in leaving, she would be leaving his dream behind. It just didn’t seem fair.

But she knew she had to go. “You know I can’t stay here Aaron. It’s like caging a tiger and watching it die a slow death from the demise of its dignity. Once king of the jungle, now an exhibit on a stage…”

“You’re no tiger”, Aaron replied, and yet there was no strength of conviction in his voice. He knew the size of the matter. He knew he couldn’t hold her here, and he knew she had to go. If she stayed, she faced a slow demise, if she left; he knew she would not return. Either way he was losing the best thing that had ever happened to him. “What if you come with me?”, there was hope and honesty as her eyes blazed with that trademark fire…

Cheers, Benjamin
http://bsawon.wordpress.com

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