A low, gentle hushing sound wakes the girl, who still grasps the pendant tightly in her right hand. She gasps a little, chokes back a sob, and looks at her new surroundings.
Dark water laps at a sandy shore, which the girl had woken standing by. Turning her head, she finds there to be no marks in the sand; she takes a hesitant step, turns again, but there is no print. The beach is perfect. She shivers.
Her pale dress whips at her ankles, for it is much windier here than it was in the wheat fields. The air smells of salt, and as the girl gazes out to sea, she finds herself to be in another endless landscape, the horizon a deep blue, the silver moon larger and more beautiful than it should ever be.
She shakes her head, to remind herself what she's doing.
Feeling the sand shift underneath her feet, she leans back and flings the pendant into the water; or tries to. It sticks fast to her hand.
She sighs, a tear slipping from her blank eyes.
How did it ever come to this? She's afraid of putting her hand in the water. But maybe that's how it works.
Moving the lacy hem of her dress to the side, she leans down on her knees beside the water line, and plunges her hand into the water; to find that although it only seems a couple of inches deep, she can't feel the bottom. She flexes her hand. The chain of the necklace doesn't budge.
The water then sucks at her arm, and pulls her down into the ocean. She tumbles in, the icy water washing over her, spinning and pushing her deeper into the sea.
Then, her world flips. Seawater rushes up into the sky, the ground far below her. Wet mixes with dry and gravity defys itself. Then, a click, and the universe is drenched in darkness.
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Silver
Short StoryA short, almost poem like story of a curse, a locket, and a girl with white eyes.
