The Sea Wife Retrieves Her Man
by T.J. McIntyre
It was a quiet night, like any other. Just Hans, Obediah, and I above deck. A flash of lightning lit up a
of distant clouds high up in the western sky.
winds ruffling sails
under a moonless sky
cutting through the sea
Waves rose. Winds blew. Tiny drops of salty ocean spray pelted through my wool coat, making it even heavier
Obadiah screamed something my way, but I didn’t hear him. I wasn’t really paying attention. My
coat was too heavy.
Despite the chill, I slipped out of my coat, only wanting to have that weight off my
ocean and sky merging
a brewing tempest . . . “
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