Photo © Derek Markiewicz via Google Maps
The fog blankets me, downy droplets against my damp cheeks. Its sharp mineral chill tastes like home. But you are the sun’s flower, face ever turning toward that heat.
I remember laying on the dirt floor of our unfinished home, holding work-sweaty hands, shaping clouds into animals. Just two everyday men sharing our everyday life. I confessed my dark secret, my spells for flame and warmth. You accepted me. Such magic is not forbidden in your land.
Yet you never revealed your truth to me. All those long swims. I was worried, jealous. So I spied, watching as you swam out to sea and… disappeared. Every time, you returned rejuvenated, buoyant. I opened my ears, my heart, pre-accepting. Please, trust me.
Instead, you left.
I wrap myself in this gray mantle, and remember, and wish. Whenever I see a black fin breach the surface, I will wave.
Just in case.
Word count: 150. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw prompt. Big thanks as always to Karen and John for hosting this wonderful challenge! This week takes us to Cape Disappointment in Washington state (hence the play on words in my title). The photo I used is from Deadman’s Cove. Click the link to read the other stories inspired by this gorgeous and moody location, and to write your own!
In the last story (see: Sea Swayer, or start the story series at the beginning: Hard to Port), we got a glimpse of what happens when an Ossaraq tries to bring a “lander” spouse back to his island home. This week we see the reverse: an Ossaraq who came to live on the mainland for love. Either way, it’s heartbreaking, for in the end, he couldn’t stay.