Out of the Sea

The voices came first, carried like a low gift across the sea. I was standing at the end of the pier, watching the fog gather into density, and for a long moment I could hear the men; their disembodied voices relaxed and comfortable, the casual intimacy of well-heeled friends. The yacht assumed its shape slowly and I wondered if the men on board could see me standing at the fog’s periphery.

Their words arrived clear and confident. What could I do but listen?

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2 thoughts on “Out of the Sea

  1. Beautiful Aileen! x

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    1. Thanks, Liz. Started this blog a few months ago, but life got in the way. Glad to be getting back to it!

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