Infinite Blue

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The shocking splash was a cold, dead hand slapping Elliot smack in the face, yanking his breath right out of his lungs. Water filled his shell, now a brick dragging him belly-up to the bottom of a crushing grave. His life swam before his eyes; it looked a lot like bubbles.

“Oh, please,” he thought as loudly as he could, “don’t let this be the end of me! I’ve only just begun to live. I have a huge debt to repay, and I’ve haven’t yet found true love!”

A shadow passed over him, dimming his sight as he bounced once against the sandy stream bed and came to rest beside a clump of waving, slimy grass.

To be continued…

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Today’s twofer from April 11, 2016:

Introduction to Infinity

Isn’t it cute? A vintage 1950’s Tommee Tippee sipper cup exactly like the one my mother said was mine. Not my older sister’s. Not my baby sister’s. Mine. The one I drank from even after I didn’t use the mouthpiece anymore. The only one Mom ever offered me.

The one I couldn’t look at because it scared me to death.

Infinity Cup
The innocent sipper.

I used to look at it. When I was a toddler, even at the worldly age of two, I could face that little Tommee Tippee with a smile.

One day, when I was three, I looked at what he was doing. Really looked. With a penetrating stare and eyes that grew wider and wider.

He was drinking. He was drinking from a cup like mine. He was drinking from a cup with his face on it… drinking from a cup with his face on it   drinking from a cup with his face on it  drinking from a cup with his face on it drinking from a cup with his face on itdrinking from a cup with his face on it…

As I wrote this, my heart and my breath started racing. Just like they did back then.

I knew with every cell of my being, every philotic thread connecting me and my soul to everything that is and everything that isn’t, that this went on


I was looking directly into Infinity. I could see Eternity.

Mom had told me not to look directly at the sun, but she hadn’t warned me about Infinity and Eternity. She never hinted that if I could see them, They. Could. See. Me. And that moment, my friends, is when I truly began to become who I am.

Well, that moment and the one on Christmas Eve when I was two.

Author: Sue Ranscht

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21 thoughts on “Infinite Blue”

  1. Oh no!! Elliott!! 😱 Maybe there’s air trapped in his shell and he can float..?
    Those infinite experiences are quite freaky…I had one at a similar age holding a picture of myself…holding a picture of myself…🐱x

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    1. Right now, he appears to have floated like a brick, to the sandy bottom of the river. But it is Elliot’s adventure, so…

      I’m amazed at the abstract concepts young minds can grasp. Mirrors offer many opportunities for reflection. 😉

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  2. Oh dear, Elliot – try not to worry. Sue’s promised us more adventuring so I think you’re safe for now. But then again, I hope you don’t trapped in a loop of infinity like her infamous cup. Now that could be worrisome!

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  3. “His life swam before his eyes; it looked a lot like bubbles.” Ha ha ha. Poor Elliot. He can’t die before he pays off his student loan!!!
    Your story about the cup cracked me up. A three-year-old discovers eternity. Ha ha.

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    1. Elliot had committed to serving the community to pay that debt. Now he fears Stanley and Mavis will retract their acceptance when they realize he’s been… delayed, and demand his life instead. 😉 It makes me so happy that you find the humor in Elliot’s series of unfortunate events. I know I spend much of my writing time laughing. 😀

      Lol. I suspect my mom would have been amused if she’d been paying attention to what I was doing at that moment, but I assure you, Diana, the 3-year-old was not laughing. :/

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