Muirenn stood atop the moonlit cliff, her raised hands bloody from the shell fragments she grasped. She pulled back her arms, and the cold, salt air of the ocean surged over her. Then she swept her arms forward, and the island air rushed out, warm and scented of clover.
Hear my plea. Speak to me!
Back and forth she drew the wind, as the ocean crashed against the shore. In the spray and the moonlight, three translucent figures formed.
“You ask us again, so soon?” whispered one.
My flash-fiction fantasy story, “A Promise of Salt and Sky”, is now available to read at Cosmic Roots and Eldritch Shores.
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(Picture by Fran Eisemann)
Couldn’t help but think about my own life and all the happiness I’m overlooking right there on the shore while I stare at the horizon, wishing things were better.