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THE AIR THAT CARRIES

A Mystic ShortStory from the California Shore

Maris Bernard

(USA , California, Seaside / Pacific Ocean, . 2024 , Friday, July 9, 4:30 pm)

“Hey, Mister, … what are you doing there ? It´s not really safe ... .”

Siyna has walked up to her favorite place on the shore by the pacific coast between Monterey and Point Sur . The slim man is standing right on the edge.

One step further or an unexpected rush of wind and he would fall down at least 80 Meters into the sea, break all his bones and drown.

“It is safe enough . “

He would not be the first one to jump off at this spot.

Maybe another one now. But he doesn´t give an impression of run down or desperate. Seems in a good shape as far as Siyna can see from nearly ten meters distance .

Slim, well dressed, not expensive but of good taste and a bit unconventional.

"You don´t intend to ... ."

" And if,... ? Have a nice day, madam."

Siyna, stunned, still looking at him as he has turned his face to the horizon again.

“I am not the one to get such people out of their trouble,” she thinks to herself .

“I am not in trouble .”

" I didn’t say anything mister ! “

“ But you thought it, didn´t you ?...

“Well,...Whatever... . “