In case you missed it, here is my latest publication at the amazing Gingerbread House Literary Magazine. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for reading!
Rain fell the day he went to the shore, to see the place where his wife left him. Grey weighted the clouds like sacks full of stones, sagging closer and closer to the sea. Grey upon grey, water upon water, the sea and sky took hands. The way he once took hers.
She never held his hand long. Always wrenching from his grasp, her flesh still as slippery as a seal. Sometimes she would oblige him, sit shaking like a penned animal as he made hushing noises and rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs.
Please let me love you, he would say. I’ve earned it. I found your skin.
Only gulls visited this beach, and his threadbare cabin stood alone as if it had washed up there. It wasn’t far, the place where he discovered her skin. Just a brief stroll from his house towards the rocks that huddled like…
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Pointing Telescopes | S. Noel Brady 
Fantastic story Shannon, well done. Love the imagery and of course the weirdness.
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Haha, well this time credit for the weirdness goes to the myth this story is based on. 🙂 The Selkie legend is a staple of Irish/Scottish folklore. I’m really happy you enjoyed my telling of it, thank you so much!
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Yeah thought I’d heard of that before. I enjoyed it greatly.
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Beautiful, beautiful story. Definitely had me intrigued right away when I read “Please let me love you, he would say. I’ve earned it. I found your skin.” Really nice work, well deserving of publication!
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Awww, thank you Sarah! That’s really kind of you to say, it means a lot to me. Thank you for reading 🙂
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