The Boneyard

A Drabble.

THE BONEYARD

James Mc Intyre

He committed with a leap from the rocks met with a cold flush and fought through the stinging spray and salty avalanches. Making it to open water with muscles burning, breathless and chest pounding with effort and anticipation.

 Swells roll towards him, turning heaving under the great wet wall, gaining forward momentum, swiftly onto to his feet and momentary freefall gives to the arching face.  He throws over carving and ploughs deeply.  The lip covers him and time expands; now nature and man are akin.  Swinging outward he slips the shoulder, an animal is sated.