The ship draped over the sea, her brother wistfully watching it as the engine roared into continuous life. “You don’t know what’s out there anymore,” Lauren said.
“No,” Tom shook his head. “I don’t. But, I can’t stay. I thought you’d be happy for this—we could finally leave.”
“I would be leaving everything behind. It’s over. We can live here freely.”
“I can’t live here freely, not in my mind. I have to go.”
“Leaving me behind…”
“I told you,” he was terse, “you can come with me.”
“Why do you feel connected to this devastation? It took many lives from the world, including ours. You feel, what, pity for a world that’s been long gone? Face it, it never existed.”
Lauren made a face. “No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”
Written for the 7/19/2021 dVerse prosery prompt, using the quote, “No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife”–Zora Neale Hurston, from “How Does it Feel to be Colored Me” in World Tomorrow (1928)
This is one part of how I visualized the island novel collaboration ending, but that’s no longer going to be how it ends. 🙂 I am much more cruel to my characters.
Also a note for anyone who reads the story, chapter 11 is currently being rewritten.