SNARKY RESPONSE: Yeah, and it'll be way too late to do anything about it.
Someday everything will all make perfect sense.
Usually, I try to write something loosely related to the theme of the fortune cookie, but I think it's time to change it up a tad. You know I'm a writer, and I've indulged in the occasional shameless self-promotion of my books. Well, I've decided to offer you, in serial format, one of my short stories, published back in 2008 - By Tears Bound. I hope you enjoy it.
By Tears Bound
Do not cry into the sea, lassie.
Let not your tears meet the waves.
For should the water of your eyes
Meet the waters of the sea
A selkie man will be called to thee.
"Storm coming," Annaree murmured as she stood on the cliffs overlooking Random Bay. The rising edge of clouds piled up on the horizon drew an early twilight over the coast. The approaching storm pushed the wind before it and dusted the tops of the waves with foam.
Earlier, the fishing fleet had scurried into the harbor, the fishermen beaching and securing the boats as best they could. Now the men would be gathered in the pub, downing dark beer and telling darker tales of storms long past.
A gust of wind wrapped Annaree's skirts around her legs and tugged at the shawl around her shoulders. She tightened the knot at her throat as she watched the sea foam scattered on the beach below. Then, she turned from the cliff edge and headed down the path to her house at the edge of the village. Her fingers grasping the knot of her shawl tight, she smiled.
Storm coming. Would he?
Golden lamplight filled Annaree's house while she bathed in the tub she had pulled in front of the fireplace. Lavender scented steam rose from the water to perfume the air and coaxed the waves of her hair into loose curls. But the relaxing warmth of air and water could not keep her from straining her ears for the sound of a footstep, a knock on the door.
She remembered the first time he came to her, appearing on her doorstep ahead of a savage nor'easter that raged for days. She had checked her supplies carefully and prepared herself for a long lonely wait when there was a knock on the door.
Thinking it might be her best friend Maeve Tillson come to check on her, Annaree rushed to pull the door open.
"Maeve, I'm a big girl. You don't ..." She stumbled to a halt as she stared up at the tall stranger in her doorway.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said. "Can I help you?"
"I think it's more a question of can I help you?" The man's smile was a flash of white beneath the shadow of his hat. He held out a bundle to her. "I believe this may be yours?"
Before she could reach out, a sudden gust of wind made the door shudder in her hand and she remembered her manners. "Please, come in."
"Thank you." The man swept his hat from his head as he crossed the threshold and tucked it under one arm when he paused just inside the door.
Annaree latched the door against the wind and turned to see him still holding the bundle. "Oh, I'm sorry." She took it in her hands and then froze.
Her hands identified the familiar bumps and knots, her eyes recognized the pattern of stitches--her shawl! The one she lost the day she ...
Her head jerked up and she stared at the man. "Where did you find this?" she asked.
"It came to me on the wind," he answered, his dark brown eyes holding hers. "It came to me when you called me from the sea."
I hope you'll come back next week to read the next installment of By Tears Bound.