With the shell held to my ear, I can hear the entire ocean. I hear the darting fish and the gliding whales and the bottom-feeders skittering through the cloudy dust. I hear them as if they were one great creature writhing and thrashing and eating itself, dying and sinking and being reborn.
I have petitioned the King for a ship, so that I may take it to sea. I believe he thinks me mad, but he may grant my request nevertheless, to be rid of me. She may already have a name, but I am resolved to call her Eurybia.
In a word, intriguing...ReplyDelete
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An excellent write. Well done!ReplyDelete
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Eurybia! That's me. I'll use that name next time I go out in my paddle boat!ReplyDelete
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It'll bring you luck :)Delete
I don't think he'll last a week at sea...Delete
sea shells are amazing and the way you have linked their sound to the sound of ocean is nice! i like it :)ReplyDelete
I can see that! Getting rid of a mad one by giving him a ship. So clever!ReplyDelete
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