- Vol. 09
- Chapter 03
I had never heard of selkies until She came along. She, who came bearing offerings of what looked like Friendship, explained them, those mythical shapeshifting creatures, to me. A sucker for an easy smile and a familiar air, I should have known better than to think our fast-formed amity was safe. Too quick, too soon.
She wanted to fight with me over the Ocean, her changing demeanor ebbing and flowing, pushing and pulling like the tides. No one had hidden her skin. But she wanted me to hide mine. She, who once was so quick with a kind word or gesture, released her squall of bitterness and belittlement to a level deeper than the fathoms of our short (and shallow) friendship. Her briny words flowed, too quick, too soon, from a place I was unaware of, had never been to but had bypassed on many occasions. I searched myself for fault, for greed, for faux-pas, and insensitivities—I did not want to fight about the water.
No one owns the Ocean.
No one owns our souls.
I was worried about the laughing, barking seal changing back into a scorned woman, about the transformation from friend to Fear—of myself and others.
I wanted to point out to her—the only coax and control over the Ocean’s tides.
No selkie, no woman could ever magnetize the Ocean more than
Now she and I exist…
with an ocean between us…
and a brief commonality behind us…
Too quick, too soon.