I’m sitting here in the airport waiting to go home now. My flight doesn’t board for another half hour, so I’ve got time to think. It’s been a fun week and a half, and quite the change for me from my usual daily routine at home, even for the one I keep when I do a staycation, also known as a writecation for me. Continue reading ‘Back Into The Groove’
As you can imagine after a week of not posting my regular sort of thing, a few things have built up, some of which might be of a certain amount of interest. One element I know a few people have been waiting on. And if that’s not a teaser, I don’t know what is.
Kelila barely managed to stop when she reached the road, but there were no lights coming. She dashed across and slid down the slight hill, onto the sand. The insides of her shoes became filled with the coarse grains as she drove herself toward the shore. She fell to her knees in the waves that flowed restlessly along the beach. Plunging her hands into the water, she said, “Great Triton, I need to speak with you. The matter is urgent.”
Around her, the water glowed again, brighter this time. His voice was edged with dismay, amplifying the ripples. “You’ve found the Mer, have you not, daughter?” Continue reading ‘Scent of a Mer – Part 4′
Kelila and Isaac retraced their steps, then she led him back toward the beach. Curiosity getting the best of her, she said, “Do you do this often, find a girl and go for a walk in the dark with her?”
He shook his head. “First time. I mean, I’ve met women in a lot of places before, but never really got involved. Usually it’s just me and the ocean.”
She heard the wistful tone and was intrigued. “Why?” Continue reading ‘Scent of a Mer – Part 3′
(Author’s note – If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, please do so here)
“I’m sure you’ve heard this from every guy you’ve ever met, Kelila,” Isaac said, “but that’s a pretty name. Where’s it from?”
She smiled. “A long way away. Not a place you’d have heard of.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I find that hard to believe. I’m pretty well-travelled. Try me.” Continue reading ‘Scent of a Mer – Part 2′
The surging wave crested and threw Kelila from the sea. She lay crumpled on the sand, feeling the scrape of air in her lungs and sand on her skin. Oh, how she hated being on land. No water nymph belonged there. Every time she’d ever come to shore, she regretted it and swore not to go back, yet there she was. She struggled to her knees, armed her blue and green hair out of her face, and stared at the broad expanse of water, shimmering under the moon. As she stared, she felt a drop of water splash down onto her forehead from above. Another struck her shoulder. Rain, sent by her father. As it picked up, the patter on the surface of the ocean sounded wrong to her ears. She should be hearing it from underneath the surface. Continue reading ‘Scent of a Mer – Part 1′
I’m going to do something a little different here for the next several days. I hope you’ll enjoy it though. If it works out, I may do this periodically going forward.
Scent of a Mer is a short story I wrote for a project earlier this year. Sadly, it didn’t find a home in that project in the end (though another piece of mine did), and I’ve been trying to decide what to do with this short story since then.