Something I was playing with and seriously want to revisit…
“What is your name?”
“I am a girl,” brightly proud. “And I like to eat fish soup. What are you?” A child’s harmless question.
“I’m lost from the sea,” lolling lightly with the buoyant saltiness of the thick fractured marine.
Shifting for comfort, soles of her knee-high skin boots crunching and shaping white crystals, “Do you know any songs?”
But the crack and split thunder of breaking ice interrupted, plates and saucers smacking the hardwood surface of the Scots Pine table.
“Soon she’ll be calling, I don’t want you to go.” Concern and conflict replacing her joy.
“Go there it is time and I will come back to you soon.” With that the strange creature slipped from the surface and back into the sea.
“Maarit, please come down, dinner is warm and it’s just on the table.” Maarit’s mother calling.
Passing around the planed edge and wide swing of…
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