Safe Harbor

The fog rolled in like the tail end of Miss Havisham's dress, chocking the harbor in a grey mist, chilling the night’s air. Michael stood on the deck of the ferry staring in awe at the creeping cloud. Although strong drink stole his balance and slurred his speech, Michael's a man of the sea. His skills were sure and his vision sharp as he navigated the Cape.  A man both gifted and cursed, like his forefathers, he saw what rose from the fog each night.  The Leusden ran aground in 1738, yet her crew still searches for their safe harbor.

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Sin Offering

 The shimmering tide shadow dances with the late April wind. While a halo surrounds the setting sun in a milky veil within the monochromatic skies. I stood alone on the beach on this late afternoon,  barefoot in the cooling sand, as my thoughts consume me. The sea, she beckons me with her rhythmic motion to feel her icy touch. So I wander in hip deep as a piece of driftwood passes, mocking my sin offering.

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The night was cold as the rain came down in sheets. Yet, I couldn't feel anything but the pain in my heart.  The cloud of breath rushed from my mouth to her's willing life to return, but it was useless, she was dead.

 On my knees in the middle of nowhere with no cover wasn't the best place to be, but I wouldn't leave her alone. Number 7, was the only female of our group and last one of our kind. We came here to help both species. They should have celebrated our arrival instead they feared us.

Two shots rang out in the night. One caught me in the shoulder the other hit Seven in the chest.   Had they known, if only they'd listened. Seven was their only hope of survival, these primitive earthlings had.  Now both species were doomed.

© Glynis Rankin