Lightning strikes, thunder howls. The rain is pelting. No one knows how long it will last. No one realises how heavy the waves swell. The boats are all out at sea, waiting for the next harvest. Lonesome, a howl of a stray cat cuts through the sound of the storm. A sense of humanity in the howl of the stray cat against the storm stills my heart. Why did I have to be in another fishing village? The last time I was in another fishing village, my love died. They were gone, into the sea, on a day like this.
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Selkies, Gaelic Songs, and Highlander Mythology: Short Stories
FantasyHighlanders myths, and the songs by the people of Scotland and Ireland that they sing in Gaelic have inspired these short stories. I always use selkies as a way of speaking my truth. Selkies are humanoid creatures who can shapeshift between human a...
