A Mess of Satin

The salt breeze almost lifted her heels off the cold marble. She gazed into the invisible horizon. Tonight, the sea was a calm beauty; the sky a modest gray. They both seemed to wait and blink at her shallow breath. What was this spell the sea cast, she wondered, that calmed my mind? The cigarette crackled, the ash travelled into the night with no reluctance what so ever. She was pretty sure she'd go down the same way if she jumped now, a pretty mess of thin satin and pale skin - a sunken treasure at the bottom of the sea.