"Okay, so what have you finished so far?" I peered over her shoulder as she typed furiously onto the keyboard.
"It's not perfect yet, but the voiceover will sound something like this:
There are a million and one theories
on how the sea came to be. Some
say that an electric spark illuminated
a once nothing.
Maybe earth escaped a black hole
or entered a new reality.
But as I watched the waves, I saw a
a myriad of tiny droplets who
saw little babies build sandcastles
on the beach, who saw them
grow into adults saying I do on the
soft sands, who traveled from faucets
to waterfalls, more than once.
I smiled at the sea because the
waves knew the true story of how
the world came to be."
"And this is just the preview version of it. As in, there's more words to be said but that's all that I've come up with." She ran a hand through her hair. "Is it good?"
I was speechless. It sounded brilliant. "It sounds absolutely magnificently one-hundred-percent perfect."
"Now, time to get the shots." She went to her closet and took out a duffel bag of tech equipment.
"And who is going to be carrying that?"
She raised an eyebrow and stuck out the duffel bag closer to me.
"You're so lucky I'm your friend."
YOU ARE READING
therapy
Short Story"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
