© Renee Homan Heath
Salt Water Wishes
The silky sand slipped seductively between bare toes, relief after the
rough wooden slats.
Approaching the water’s edge, hands shaking, she unstoppered the phial.
Flashback visions of his smug, departing face stiffened her resolve.
Murmuring a garbled Norn prayer, learnt at Grandmother’s knee, she consigned the seven precious drops to the waves. It was done.
Later, sitting on the dunes, the freshening breeze fluttering her sundress like a passing sigh, she scanned the azure breakers for sight of him.
A salt stained hand fell on her shoulder and she gazed up into sea grey eyes.
“Hello Mairi. You summoned me?”
This story was written for Rochell Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers’ Challenge
Click here for the British folklore inspiration for the tale.