The Return

It’s been a while, but anyone who knows me, knows I’m a sucker for a sea picture.

So here’s my contribution for Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle. If you fancy having a go, write your story, approx 100 words, to the prompt on Rochelle’s page. Then add your link. If you’d like to read the other stories in this weeks story challenge, click on the blue frog πŸ™‚

WavesPHOTO PROMPT Β© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Tara shuffled her feet forward. She teetered on the edge of the large granite rock, pockmarked from centuries of saltwater.

Air rushed through her, the type that washes you clean, as if everything she’d done was forgiven in that moment.

Waves fell over each other, rushing, racing, desperate to be the one to consume her.

She stepped in. The icy water sent shockwaves through her body. She shivered. Β Her skin turned a silken deep brown and her eyes flashed lilac.

β€˜Seven years gone, to the sea I return,’ she sang. β€˜For the life of a Selkie and the ocean I yearn.’

101 words.

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28 thoughts on “The Return

  1. Oh, lovely! And yes, gorgeous descriptions of the sea and how it makes her feel – you know she is at one with it, which of course she is, being a Selkie. Love a big dollop of folklore in with my sea tales too. Nicely done

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