I dove hard through the roiling surf, desperate to stay away from the battering force of those sharp rocks in the reef. Lightning flashed in blinding staccato overhead, as if some deranged god were playing drums at a boisterous May Day festival. But this was no night of rich passion to steal away a land-lad and stir up his musky heat. This was the worst storm Iâ€™d seen in my entire twenty-two years of life â€“ and I was caught in its teeth.
|The Mer Girl - Selkie Tales Short Stories by Ophelia Sikes|