Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. I’m thinking of them as “Minuscule” and quick to read.
Read the first Minuscule, the explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.
Remove a detail or two and what you’ve got left is a vague sad story about a passenger who fell overboard sometime after dark, the kind of thing where I’d say, Oh, that’s too bad, while thinking about breakfast or sun lotion, maybe. Amend the perspective, though, add back in a couple of particulars, and suddenly things are a lot different: I am not a passenger hearing a story; I’m a swimmer wearing brand new cruisewear who didn’t go into the ocean on purpose, treading water and watching the lights of the ship move away from me, and I’m not thinking about breakfast or sun lotion, I can assure you.
I didn’t eat cake
there was no reason why not.
Now it is too late.