FLASH FICTION: The Place

greenland-whale

I am a whale. An ­­old whale. It’s difficult to estimate, age. When you’ve lived so long. But I feel, I’m certain… That I must no longer be young.

We seek something, all of us. I seek. What I dream of finding … is the place. That ultimate place. Where whales, who have grown old, go. Where others, grown old, have gone before me.

The Algaen Sea. The name itself is peace. The Algaen Sea.

It is the best of all waters. Warm. Serene. Full of living and green things. The instant you feel its green waters on your flesh… You’re happy, it’s said. Serene. In an instant. And forever.

The location of this sea. That is the supreme mystery. For the ocean, though we know so many of its rooms, is palatial.

There are murmurs. Clues. But there are only these. Wuurun, an elder whale, told us, The door, between stone and stone. A lattice of waters. Then he left us, singing.

He never returned.

We seek. I seek. I will know my destination only when I reach it. When I feel the waters, the green waters, on my flesh. And I am serene, at last.

Singing the ancient song… I will find it.

 

                                                                        

Buy me a coffee.

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