- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
Life’s barnacles had encrusted my memories, I could no longer remember my brother’s face, Sweet sixteen was far from sweet for us, A summer holiday, sunshine, a slight breeze, gulls sweeping overhead, girls and surfing, An ideal scenario for us to indulge our passion for riding the arching breakers as they raced towards the land, It was a game, Hunting for the biggest, highest and most powerful waves; generated in the ice-blue unseen depths, by the Sea God’s fickle temperament.
The cove was not new to us, We had surfed there in all weathers. But that day there was a stillness that we had never experienced before, A cloudless sky transformed itself into a raging storm within minutes, Accompanied by volleys of trident-like flashes of lightning, We headed for shore, but were catapulted from the security of our boards.
I was washed ashore unconscious, And discarded on the beach like a piece of human flotsam, They never found my twin’s body, Now on days when the sun is beaming down on the Sea’s azure surface, I will remember him and trust that Neptune adopted my mirror image and made him his acolyte, So that my twin will stand forever, a youthful shadow behind the God’s throne, In his palace built from the havoc of wrecked lives.