To the Sea

It was her friend, her priestess, her everything. And she had to be with it; inside of it. At night it was too dangerous. But, when morning cracked across the wide sky, she could go. Barefoot, she ran over the sand, reached its edge, and dropped to her knees.

Benjamin Jelkmann lives with his wife and writes from somewhere or other, and always temporarily. Facebook @benjamin.jelkmann