An Orphic Feeling

A flash fiction story

At night, we'd both pretend to sleep. But soon you'd sneak out the window with an extra pair of clothes and run down to the beach. You'd strip and run into the water, swimming as far as you can and float. I'd walk to the window and watch you there like a small little raft. You'd scream your loudest; a shrieking banshee. Then you'd swim back, change, and climb back in like nothing had happened and the world becomes silent again. I don't know why you did it, but I believed you were a troubled soul with the greatest emotion