SLOTS
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A cold and refreshing breeze passes by the empty beach. It touches the long blonde hair of an unconscious woman on the sand. She is completely naked.
The wind wakes her up. She slowly opens her eyes. They are as blue as the ocean. But its waves are still, unmoving.
“Fuck… Where am I?” says the woman in an unmotivated and feeble voice.
She gets up. Sand slides off her soft skin, through the thin fingers.
Alone on the beach, she looks at the ocean. No one will mind her with no clothes on.
She looks at the waves. Not far from her, something white on the sand is being wetted repeatedly.
The woman sits down again, pondering.
“Should I grab them?” she thinks. That white thing on the sand is her panties.
“It feels so nice being naked outside the bathtub.”
The wind is calm, almost dead. The woman looks around again. Sand. She grabs a handful. With a light swing, she throws it into the ocean.
In an almost weightless walk, the woman goes to the panties.
Sand stirs between her toes with each step she takes.
“Sand tickles. Feels good. And… free?”
Breeze slightly blows on the woman, going under her chest and down to the bottom. From the bottom to her back. From her back to nothing, continuing its journey.
Then, the woman stopped. At her feet lies her pure white panties. The waves move more actively, constantly wetting them. The woman squats down.
“Wet. How do I wear them?” she thought.
Looking at them, she remembers something. Something first and old.
“I recall how… I fell into the puddle when I was too young to even think.”
The woman picks up her underwear, staring at the slowly intensifying waves. Their sounds are still not enough to drown her thoughts.
“How did I get here?” asks the woman, twisting her panties to soak them and putting them on.
She spots something glimmering even farther.
“What else do I need to see?”
Now in underwear, yet still with no one to care. She walks freely, hands waving with the wind. Wet sand slips around her toes.
She approaches the glimmer. It’s a bottle. There is nothing inside. She picks it up and turns it around. It’s an alcohol.
“Ah, right. I blacked out. I don’t remember how.”
Next to the bottle lies her slippers… She picks them up. But leaves the bottle just laying here. After all, no one to be bothered.
She looks all over the waves. They’re bigger now. Yet still slow.
She ponders.
“My slippers and panties. And this bottle… What’s next?”
More clothes will wait for her if she’ll go by the shore.
She takes a step. The sand is wet, but still goes around her toes. This feeling is somewhat calming.
“No one watches. Haha.” she silently giggles with her mouth closed.
“I feel so free.”
She strolls by the sand for a while. The woman spots another piece of her clothes.
“Ah, my bra.”
Wind blows on her breasts.
“Cold… I remember how boys only liked them after they grew. I didn’t care about them, but the attention was nice, I guess.”
The woman puts on her bra. A fast wave swept her feet.
“Perfect waves for swimming,” says the woman.
She then looks at the ocean. The sound is calming. Then she looks at her chest.
“... Maybe I should have paid all the debts with my body?”
But right after that, the waves calm down. She exhales and continues walking, still carrying slippers.
Wet, dry, doesn’t matter, sand is sand. Walking barefoot on it with a sound of grains rustling frees anyone from any worries.
But the wind blows on the woman once again. She found her shorts.
“I remember how mom and dad used to play tag with me in summer in my childhood…”
The woman picks up her shorts.
“Do I not have anything to remember past my childhood? Haha…”
The wind is dead silent. The waves are barely moving. The woman moves forward.
Walking on the sand, she thinks about it: “No one to see me. All that I can affect is this sand. But it’s dry, so it slips through my fingers… Is this what I wanted?”
The wind slowly blows and with it something rolls towards the woman. It’s her sleeveless sweater.
“Haha… I remember now.”
Then, the wind almost carried away her sweater, but she caught it and put it on, since the wind was getting stronger.
“I recall standing on the same beach. Bottle in my hand and I’m drunk. The waves were still, completely unmoving.”
The woman sat on the sand. It was night in her memory.
“These blue waves called me. They don’t know love, sadness, forever losses. They don’t feel life. And… so did I.”
The waves were welcoming her when she was drunk. And yet, they were still even when she could think.
“I knew it. The freedom could only be after this ocean. These waves don’t believe in love, they don’t cry at night, they don’t feel pain.”
She slowly walked towards the water in her slippers. But stopped before entering. Only to remove her footwear.
“This… is freedom. I have no worries, no one to cry to, no material possessions. Debt doesn’t matter, since… that’s it. That’s the end.”
Her body felt nothing at that moment. No hesitation, no tremble. But her mind cried then.
She goes further and further into the water… Then, nothing is left of her mind.
“Pft… Haha. HahaHAHAHA!”
Yet now, she laughs. No one to bother her, so she laughs as loud as she can, she laughs just to laugh. So loud that it feels like she sees herself from a distance.
“That’s you! Hahahaha! The one laughing is you! To think that these waves would try to kill me!” she thinks, looking at herself.
The waves are going at her again and again.
“Although, there is still one more thing left.”
The woman keeps walking. She clenches her slippers tighter than ever.
Finally, she reaches the last item. A jacket with sleeves that get more spacious the further down you go. It is deep blue, just like the far waves, but it also has yellow spirals going all throughout the sleeves.
The wind now feels like a tornado will soon form.
The waves are eager to wet the woman’s clothes.
And the sand…
“Every day waking up felt like a gamble. Not to wake up well, but to sleep forever. And I always lost this bet. Now that I took the matter in my own hands, I failed…”
For a moment the waves calmed down, but…
“Even though I had woken up again to the new day, nothing from tomorrow vanished… This sand gets on my nerves.”
The woman finally puts on her slippers.
“There is no point in walking on this sand, it only gets inside my slippers sometimes. Haha… Ahahaha, HAHAHAHA!” the woman maniacally laughs again.
“This freedom means shit if it means I’m free of everything I cherish so much. I don’t like it. Just as much as I don’t like losing. And yet, it’s a part of what makes winning so great. Everything for that fleeting moment of happiness. I’m fine with being shackled to this view as long as I get to be comfortable.”
The woman is now fully dressed. Wind doesn’t bother her anymore, as there is no reason to blow on her since she is dressed.
Waves are at their highest, almost making tsunamis, yet the sound is calming, full of life.
And the sand… The sand occasionally finds its way into her slippers. It bothers her, but she isn’t against this.
She cares not, yet lives for the fleeting moment.
