Flashes of Sanity #171: Shades of Departure

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Today’s entry: Shades of Departure

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Gary Oliviallo turned back towards the beach. A bartender and a coconut-dancer waved him off. He waved back.
“I will see you soon,” he said.
They laughed back at him.
Right, he thought. I don’t believe it either. The water stretched for as long as he could see. Gary laughed.
“It is in shades!” He shouted.
The wind pushed him on until the grey swallowed his view in all directions. He pulled the ropes and glanced at the compass on his arm. The digital numbers above the compass told him it was dinner time.
He filled up on energy. So far, a pointless precaution. Once he reached outside of the states, he believed it to be necessary.
I hope the change won’t let my soul free. I hope my body will hold together.
The risk was there. It all hang on the wounds his body accumulated. Were they permanent? Or had they healed? The pain had passed at least.
That had to be a good thing, right?
“I don’t know Gray,” he mumbled with food stuffed into his mouth. “But we made it to a spaceship with a whole lot of I don’t knows, so I guess this will go alright too.”
It took him a day before the ship reached the border. He felt it in a chock travelling through his body. A soul keeping the being together reverted into its passive role. Lungs cried. A heart moved slow under bones. Thoughts became slow.
Please. Let. It. Work.
His breathe returned. A heart once dead found its normal beat among the living. The lungs pushed air out his mouth in celebration.
“I made it!”
The blood found its way through empty veins. Every part of Gary’s body stung as the emptiness was forced away. The soul fed the brain with thoughts. The brain took them all in and made them part of the being that died in war. He fell to the deck exhausted from feeding a body need all the energy it could find. He took sugar from the pantry and butter from the fridge. He stuffed himself with it all as fast as he could and felt the energy pushing his body out from the coma.
The man that was Gray returned.
“Do you like it?” He asked his body. “It’s in shades, just like me.”

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