I released my novella called, A Seahag’s Song, yesterday. It’s the story of the strange friendship between a seahag and young writer that blossoms into something powerful. I thought I’d post a little excerpt for you to read.
Enjoy the sampling! 🙂
A blonde-haired girl draws my attention. She is standing on the rocks holding a knife. It looks so bizarre that I stop swimming and gape at her. Her hazel eyes meet mine. I see the hate in them. I have done something wrong to her.
“Sea hag!” she snarls, gripping the hilt of her blade tightly.
I begin to remember her. That girl I wanted to kill. Enya. I had sex with her lover and he left her after that. They want to burn her books in the village. The thought of book burning sickens me so much that I had to go away to forget it all. It’s all coming back to me like giant waves and I don’t understand why.
I laugh darkly. So much for forgetting.
She brings a knife to her throat.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.
“What does it look like?”
“Pull the knife away from your throat, you fool!”
“Why? So you can kill me yourself? You have already taken my life away from me!”
“I did nothing of the sort.”
“Yes, you did! It all started when you wouldn’t leave me alone. You’re so pathetic and old and lonely that you had to latch on to my life so you could ruin it!” she screams.
I can almost feel the way that Timothy took me from behind on the rock. It makes me smile. I can’t help it.
“You must have a wonderful life if one lost man makes you grieve this way,” I say.
“I just want it all to end.”
Enya is more than angry. She feels hopeless. The fear and hurt is gone from her eyes. I recognize that look because I have seen it before in a mirror. I, too, held a knife to my throat a long time ago in the very same place.
She seems serious, but how can a girl like her want to die? It makes me feel very angry as I look up at her.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” she cries, leaning forward, but not taking the knife away from her neck.
“Get the knife away from your throat, you little witch.”
She lets out a hopeless wail. She takes a deep breath, shakes her knife-bearing hand for a moment, then brings the blade back to her throat. She is serious. If I don’t speak, she’s going to cut deep into her own flesh.
“I wasn’t the one who ruined your life,” I say, slowly moving close to her. “In fact, your life isn’t ruined at all. Don’t you see?”
“You made a spectacle out of seducing Timothy! They think he sought you out, because he was threatened by my mind,” she cries. “Now all of my stories are nothing but ashes in the wind. They’re gone, sea hag! Everything good in my life is finished because of you!”
“If you keep screaming like that, they might come for you,” I warn. “They already think you’re insane. Remember?”
She looks beyond me to the watery horizon. The wind blows and her hair dances wildly in the wind. She doesn’t care anymore.
I swim rapidly toward her. My tail propels me out of the water and I leap into the air like a dolphin, smacking into her and shoving her with my hands into the water. She falls into the water with me. She screams, realizing the loss of control over her own fate. It has been passed to me.
Read more here. ❤
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