A Final Moment

Sweet mother it makes the sound again and the waves wash piss and shit out of my pants. The waves that come harder with each splashing footfall. The rise sucks them out again. Each step makes the surf even angrier.

I am going to die.

I am certain, yet compelled to wait here on the beach with the others. Townies and tourists all here beckoned by the terrible screech projected from its horrible mouth. As it nears, though malignant and against every natural order I am aware, I am struck by a perfection. The Universe want of pure intention.

That is he.

What should be.

And me? An accident to be terminated. The afterbirth of perfection. Something meant to be swept away and apologized for.

I drop to my knees, struck by a sudden gale as it flutters giant wings.

As if seeking to thank me for my offering, a wave sweeps me into the ocean. I taste cold saline. I flounder in the shadow of death. I flounder looking to survive. Yet chaos dictates one thing, I try and breathe the water and do so in a fit desiring life.

But that is the animal dying.

I am more than that now, I am his victim, soon to taste God’s oblivion.

and in my final moment, I bask


Published by Bryan

I am an army vet, husband, and father of twins, I am currently working on my next publication, a collection of military fiction, and next year will be publishing an apocalyptic science fiction novel. My urban noir novel, "Compounded Interest," can be purchased on Amazon. I host a podcast on creativity called Origin: Stories on Creativity and co-host the soon-to-be-released show on speculative fiction called Mirage with fantasy author R. Emma Hardcastle. My youtube channel is: The Origin podcast feed is: For updates on "Mirage" and future publications follow me on twitter: @bryaiello More of my short fiction can be found at: My amazon author page is:

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