Gravity

[moose_mcmoose]

I apologise for this. It's a bit depressing but urges forced me to write it.

I'm blaming the headache and lack of food.

Title: Gravity
Rating: R- sad theme
Characters: Just Wilson
Words: 216
Summary: Short drabble. Sad and probably a bit depressing. But what the hell....

 

 

The grass felt soft on the soles and between the toes of his bare feet. The sun was setting on the horizon, basking the rest of the landscape in liquid, orange glow, highlighting the canal and the gentle ripples in the water.

 

The silence was breathtaking. Most would find it eerie but for him it was comforting. His mind had been allowed to be clear.

 

He sat down on the grassy verge and dipped his toes into the water, disturbing the idyllic surface. He gently ran his hand through the water, letting the liquid run smoothly through his fingertips.

 

This is what he wanted. To be cool, calm and collected like a serene flowing stream, progressing with ease through obstacles, and flushing problems out to sea.

 

Instead he was a whirlpool. A self-destructive force going in never-ending circles, absorbing the same driftwood and dirt that will never get out of the aggressive swirling vortex.

 

He always told his patients that closing their eyes and imagining a tranquil place would help them as the inevitable closure came.

 

Now he was taking his own advice.

 

Using the balls of his feet, Wilson gently pushed the arms of the chair away from his balancing self, sending the wooden seat toppling onto the floor.

 

He let gravity do the rest.


Part 2