Author's Note: Colquhoun continues his adventures and Antoinette returns.
There was no moon and yet the night was filled with light so brilliant and close that for a moment I was one with those ancient ones who imagined the stars to be lights attached to a vast and beaten metal dome that stretched from horizon to horizon over the flat disk of the earth. The sea too was all smooth strangeness. Phosphorescence rippled from my bow and trailed in turbulence from my stern. Dolphins rose and from their glistening backs iridescence spread in psychedelic patterns. I pinched myself. Was I awake? Could such abundance of beauty be real? Then my jaw dropped, my eyes went wide, my hair stood upright and my heart beat hard and quick. She came walking across the water, looking as she did when she first appeared, her hair wild and disheveled, her night garment white, long, clinging and luminescent in the brilliant night light. Where her feet touched the water patterns of colored light flowed and in her wake was the fading glow from where her feet touched the sea. I know not how she rose to my deck but she was beyond resistance. Come, she said, reaching out her hand. There are things you must see and hear. Like one stunned, I gave her my hand and together we rose into the air while my boat sailed on, surrounded by light. There was a figure at the tiller who looked and dressed like me, and yet I was in the air and moving rapidly towards a distant light that shone like a single unblinking eye and this thought leaped into my mind: Does this light shine as a beacon or a warning?
©2022 Neil Creighton
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