A breath.
A wave rolls in, pulls out, digs furrows beneath my heels that drag towards the sea. That’s the direction I go. Always, always, to the sea.
“Marie!” Mom calls. “You know better than to listen to the waves. Come on.”
My coat, shiny gray, drapes in her hand.
Alexa Donley is a speculative fiction writer from Federal Way, Washington. When not writing, she enjoys traveling and walking in storms.
Lovely…
Lovely imagery. I too am drawn to the sea, a Selkie at heart.
good dog!
Oh, this one drew me in—as powerful as the sea. Loved it.
So, so good.