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Over the Waves

by Zara Yasmine, Year 10

· Students Stories
Over the Waves by Zara Yasmine

“You pig, you ghastly pig! I have never loved you! This marriage was an economic proposition for me and I have fooled you, I am fooling you! So why don’t you take that cigarette and put it----”

But I don’t say any of that, not a word of it, instead, I nod and turn to watch the water crash lazily against the smooth glistening stones.

I envy the waves and the rocks.

I envy the seamless routine they form together and how natural the touch of the other is.

I envy how even if the wave is slightly larger, the rocks still welcome its touch.

I envy that no matter what the wave is carrying, the stones still allow it to lay and rest.

I envy it all.

When I fell pregnant, I fooled myself into thinking that it was going to be as smooth sailing as a ship floating along the silky waves.

That feeling of the first kick from my little baby was enough to send serotonin erupting through my veins.

The baby is due any day now and when it comes, I will cease my career as a Hollywood actress and sue the man who calls himself my husband.

This child of mine will live a charmed life without vicious men and women trying to hurt it.

We will live in this very house.

We will watch the waves shine against the smooth stones each evening on this very balcony.

We will do whatever we want.

And that is a promise I vouch my life on.

Over the Waves by Zara Yasmine

by Zara Yasmine, Year 10

 

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