The Storm [Lisa Gerrard]

{Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories, where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : GESTURE }

The Storm

A storm hit the sailing ship, with sudden force as if trying to compensate the brief duration with the impact in its wake.

Sail lines became a knot, no easy way to have them untangled.

The ship’s crew remained in silence, the symphony of the storm the only sound felt.

And yet… and yet… even amidst the storm around them & within… they knew this was wrong, unnatural… as the world shifted, ever so slightly, off its axis.

Time passed, until a hand reached out – not confident, perhaps rough, yet hopeful… a gesture… like the one years ago, when the line of a bridge to come aboard was thrown, only to be met with ” I’m game”… ( if only they knew the journey ahead… then again, it is better we do not know, so that we can see if we are brave enough to follow the path ).

Hands met in the middle of the distance between them, turned into a hug… storm quieted away… and the world shifted smiling, ever so slightly, back on its axis.

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[Lisa Gerrard is one of my most favorite artists and she will be featured soon here, at the firepit of Breaking Boundaries]

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Until next time, be kind to yourselves & take it easy
NICK/SPIRA© August 2025