The Bathing Place by Paul Ranson
I fell asleep, my body in a sort of tension over something I can no longer recall and quickly had a vision of the man of my life. He is in water clear, on quest for the hand of the woman he desires only she isn’t me. This is instantly evident to me and still I with heart offer him counsel.
“Hold your breath and dive until you hit the warm water that pulls to a current that will rush you along a jet, which will deliver you to the top of the canal from there the swim is negligible.”
He is grateful and takes hold my hand before wishing me a hasty adieu with promises of seeing me at the point of victory. I’m pensive but not concerned watching him swim then dive out of sight before sailing along myself to the line where the winner is to be declared.
When I arrive there is a great deal of fanfare and for a moment I'm certain it is in celebration for the man of my life triumph. That is until I see him emerge from with defeat on his face.
“I’ve been beat even with your brilliant advice and all my certainty,” he laments and I again with heart offer solace.
“You are strong but it was an impossible task, the winner arrived on yacht while you braved the water with no more than body and skill.”
It is here where thing take a turn for the horrid for now the woman he desires with the victor at her side said with accusation to the poor dear still exhausted in the water. “The choice was yours, you could have sailed like all the other participants for my hand but you foolishly chose to swim.”
“But there is honour in my path,” he insisted.
“You could not have won, surely you see that,” she said and her words filled me with a sort of turmoil that made me certain the only thing to do was drown him. It was a kindness really, save him from living with the shame of loss and me with the disappointment of loving a man who would make such a spectacle of himself for another.
I explain to him my decision and he agrees, reaching out of the water to kiss my lips in sweet tender before allowing me to hold him under water without struggle.
My love my care,