Tuesday, 1 January 2013

12 Days Blog Hop: Sea

It's day EIGHT of Stacy Bennett-Hoyt's (AKA @rowanwolf66) festively fabulous 12 Days of Christmas blog hop.




12 Days, 12 Stories, each 200-300 words.  The contest theme is gifts and each day has a prompt.  Today's is:

SEA


He lay in the shallows, the sea licking his skin like a lover.  It was a full moon, a night for magic.  He smelt it in the night air, heard it in the wind’s whisper stirring the waves.  Water splashed against his lips and his nostrils flared in recognition.  Three tears in the sea, a summons as old as the ancient reefs. Her taste was a fever in his blood, a compulsion. He must find her, or die.

***

Her husband was moving around upstairs, running the tap, shaving. Ordinary things, like nothing had changed. But it had. Barry’s cell phone sat in Jenna’s hand, a piece of dead plastic as destructive as an atom bomb. 

He’s having an affair. How had she not known? 

Impossible to stay staring at the Christmas tree. 

Unthinkable to shred his shirts or stab the tyres of his car. 

That was fantasy. Jenna dealt in reality.  In keeping up mortgage repayments and honouring vows.  In practicalities.

She moved before she had time to reconsider, had run from the house without grabbing the sensible wool coat hanging on the back of the door, run down to the sea, the one place in the world she had always felt free. She’d met a boy there once… but that was a fantasy too. Burying her hands in the cold sand, she wept for broken dreams.

Such a bloody waste.

If she’d heard a man approaching she probably would have run. She didn’t.  Not until he stood before her in the water, sleekly beautiful, wet hair streaming over his muscular shoulders.  He’ll catch pneumonia, she thought. Then she forgot to think, because his stare was liquid fire, scorching her grief chilled skin.

“Come.” He held out his hand.

“You came,” she whispered. “You’re not a dream at all.”   




9 comments:

Cameron Lawton said...

Love that - brought back memories.

Rowanwolf said...

The pull of love across time, bursting through those silly practicalities like mortgage payments. I love this. They found each other again. At last. As usual, Meg, you delight. Thank you!

Sophie Moss said...

How wonderful! I'm loving all these selkie stories today. :) I really like how her tears called to him. And that she chose love and passion over a mortgage and a cheating husband!

Lisa Shambrook said...

Real life morphing into fantasy...that's my world! Love this...and your beginning was gorgeous!

Laura James said...

So vivid, loved how you brought both parts together :)

Kern Windwraith said...

This one gave me chills, Meg. Beautifully written, as usual, and I just love your feel for myth and legend and romance. "Three tears in the sea, a summons as old as the ancient reefs"--oh, yes!

Diane J. Reed said...

This is just sooo gorgeous—one of the best stories I've read in forever! You are CRAZY talented! A joy to read your work

cfitzner said...

The transition from the gorgeous language in the beginning to the simple routine of being home, getting ready, that really stood out for me (and it's beautiful in its entirety anyway). I can almost hear the whisper of the ocean and then the faint running of the tap.

Again though, I just loved it all <3 :)

Mark Ethridge said...

Sometimes, when people watch as I fix a broken computer, they ask me, "How did you know to do that?" All I can do is shrug. You know, or you don't.

I find myself reading this little work of art, and wondering, "How did you do that?" And I know the answer.

You just did.