An Untold Secret

A Story by Aehr

An Untold Secret

A surge of disappointment flowed through her like a wave of the ocean she was beholding at that particular moment. Her sea blue eyes gazed far out wide to an immeasurable distance, like her body was there on the shore, but her soul was lingering somewhere in the depths of the ocean. Her long flowing skirt, the pale hue of the sunset, was damp and touched the wet sand. Her tight red blouse stood out against the calm, cool, and somewhat placid purple of the endless twilight sky. Her long honey caramel coloured knee-length hair was neatly braided into a fishtail braid, and was placed at her right shoulder carefully. She held something in the tight grasp of her left hand.

Her limbs trembled as diminutive, weak waves came and went, soaking her feet, as if afraid of the fair-skinned youth. From within, she was broken. Her heart was shattered, and she was drowning in a hopeless void of sorrow. A part of her soul twisted and shivered, tears threatening to fall and merge with the saline waters of the ocean forever. In spite of her broken soul, she kept herself together, and sighed, still gazing out to the sea. A stray tear escaped her eye, as if evidence of her crying soul, and trailed down her cheeks, falling to the ground, and being carried away into the depths by one of those tiny waves.

She turned around, and wiped her cheek hastily with the back of her hand. She loosened her grip around the little thing she was holding and let it fall as it escaped from her hand and hit the ground. After that, she simply left without another word, and disappeared with the scattering dry sand at the far end of the shore.

The ‘thing’ that had fallen from her hand was just a rough, crumpled piece of paper with an ‘I Love You’ written on it in red. And that wasn’t just any red. It was blood. Her own blood. It wasn’t long before it tore into shreds and flowed away, riding the waves.

Where she was standing wasn’t just any shore. She was standing at the shore of Bermuda, the vertex of the dreaded, hated, and mysterious Bermuda Triangle. They say that the reason of the unsolved mystery of the Bermuda Triangle is none other than that girl herself.

Her name is said to be Katherine. And it is said that she has been waiting for her lover since the first ship deluged in that part of the sea. She had died long ago on that island, but her soul still lingers, and waits for him. They say that every time she cries, one ship or plane or anything else does deluge or vanish in the triangle. And that that part is cursed by her tears, and humanity has been paying for her cruel fate since the beginning of time. Just because her lover died, she cursed the triangle, blaming every human, alive or dead for what happened mindlessly. And they say that she herself doesn’t know what her forsaken life has done to many others.

And they say she rots there, ageless. Time does not touch her, and she remains just as she was the day her lover died. Wearing the same clothes, the same hairstyle, and her heart clothed by the same disappointment and sadness, she waits for him. They say that a woman’s love is deeper than that of the oceans. She is the reason they say that. Though not many know of this secret.

And I guess I’ve written more than I should have. Promise me not to let this out now, will you? It is a secret untold. Just let it pass like a blue wave clothed in foam, glistening in the twilight. And as far as I am concerned, it can be untold, buried and unheard of forever…

“Tears in my eyes,

You in my heart

Oceans in between”

© 2013 Aehr

Author's Note

Okay, the last little stanza was something I read on FB, so I thought it would fit in here :D
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TL Boehm

First I am going to say that I like this. Its a wonderful story and an intriguing story line. What I noticed was - and its just an observation is a 'change' in tone when you switch from the girl herself to 'who' the girl is. I'm not sure if you can resolve this or if there is a need to but there is a shift in tone. The descriptions are beautiful and that may be part of the change in voice from the first part to the second - the second sounds more "factual or informational" - this line was especially good: "Her limbs trembled as diminutive, weak waves came and went, soaking her feet, as if afraid of the fair-skinned youth." This definitely has potential. Could even be expanded into a larger work....

Posted 11 Years Ago

Hester Vane

The narrative voice is very strong and your description really engaged me and kept me hooked right up until the end. I think the last stanza fits in well, its almost like a haiku for the piece. If that makes sense! ha. Anyway, a great job! I enjoyed reading this