Short Stories series: Sea
« She was sitting there on that rock, once again, even if the mornings were getting warmer and warmer, and staying out of the sea for longer than a couple of minutes per time was getting more dangerous every day. She still sat there.
Staring at the horizon, trying to catch him among those that humans called houses. Weird looking boxes they were, but they protected them from the wind and the rain.
As her eyes filled up with tears she sadly realized she was going to be soon back to the water, and yet it had been days since the last time she saw him there and she was starting to get worried. His house was always closed, no much light even during the night…those few night she gathered up he courage to go out there. He simply was nowhere to be found.
She looked down at her hands on the rock, they were getting wrinkly even if water was still touching them. She had to go.
One last look…just one second more…
and there he was, standing, smiling at the shore staring at the sea, he had a weird looking arm, all white and immobilized, but he was fine.
“thank god” she thought and as a tear rolled up her cheek she sunk back into the sea, where she belonged…and sadly, he didn’t.»
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